"'Tis the best, no doubt," Cai agreed. "But there's the trouble of puttin' it into words. . . . I wish, now, I'd thought of consultin' Peter Benny. There'd be no harm, after all, in steppin' back and askin' his advice."
"No, you don't," said 'Bias shortly. "In my belief, if we hadn't made so free wi' consultin' Peter Benny in the past, we shouldn't be where we be at this moment."
If Cai's thought might be read in his face, he would not have greatly minded that, just now.
"In the matter of these letters for instance—"
"I wonder if she ever got 'em?"
"You bet she did. She's been playin' us off, one against t'other, ever since."
"We let our feelin's carry us away."
"We let Peter Benny's feelin's carry us away," 'Bias corrected him. "That's the worst of these writin' chaps. Before you know where you are they'll harrow you up with feelin's you wasn't aware you entertained. Now I don't mind confessin' that, afore Benny had started to make out a fair copy I found myself over head an' ears in love with the woman."
"Me too," agreed Cai, musing.
"You're sure you're not any longer?"