GEORGE. That'll be sommat to think on, master, when us gets upon our
legs again.

JOHN. I be thinking of it ahead as I lies here, and that's the
truth.

[The two servants stretch themselves comfortably beneath the trees.
GILES walks restlessly backwards and forwards as though impatient at
any delay. From time to time he glances at a ring which he wears,
sighing heavily as he does so.

[An old man comes up, leaning on his staff.

OLD MAN. Good-morning to you, my fine gentlemen.

GILES. Good-morning, master.

OLD MAN. 'Tis a wonderful warm sun to-day.

GILES. You're right there, master.

OLD MAN. I warrant as you be journeying towards the same place where
I be going, my lord.

GILES. And where is that, old master?

OLD MAN. Towards Camel Farm.

GILES. You're right. 'Tis there and nowhere else that we are going.