"Ay?" he questioned.
"Yes. Because, you see, it's Andrew Dean that I'm in love with."
She said it in very pert and airy accents. And then the next moment she put James into terrible consternation by crying, and clutching his arm. He saw that she was serious. Light beat down upon him. He had to blink and collect himself.
"I' thy place, lass," he said, "I should keep that to mysen."
"But I can't, uncle. That is, I haven't done. Andrew knows. You don't understand how much I'm in love with him. I've—he's—"
"Thou'st not kissed him?"
"Not exactly—but—"
"He's been kissing you in mistake for his other young woman?"
Helen nodded.
"Helen, what 'ud thy mother say?"