“Tell me that you’ll go before the Domine with me, in the morning.”
“Now, Cluny, if you are going to begin that trouble again, I will not stay with you.”
“Trouble, trouble? What trouble? Is it a trouble to be my wife?”
“I have told you before, I could not marry you till the right time came.”
“It is the right time now! It has to be! I’ll wait no longer!”
“You will wait forever, if you talk that way to me.”
“I’ll take my ain life, Christine, rayther than hae it crumbled awa’ between your cruel fingers and lips! aye writing, and saying, ‘at the proper time’! God help me! When is the proper time?”
“When my mither is better, and able to care for hersel’, and look after feyther and the house.”
“Is she any better than she was?”
“Na, I’m feared she is worse.”