“Not to have anything to say to any other chap when I am gone. You must consider yourself engaged to me.”
She made no reply, but looked thoughtfully on the ground on which they were walking.
Do you hear—do you understand?” he inquired.
“Yes, I think I understand.”
“And you answer—”
“I aint a goin’ to mek any promise.”
“What!—you refuse, then—and why? Tell me why? Why don’t you answer? Do you want to drive me to madness, you cruel thoughtless girl?”
“I aint a goin’ to mek any promise, I dunno what other answer to mek.”
“I’ll take you up to London and you shall see all the fine sights, and be a fine lady,” he said in a wheedling tone. “Come, Nell, say you will be mine.”
“I won’t say nuffin’ o’ the sort, not at present.”