“Don’t you? Well, for all you’re like to get, you may put it in there and see none the worse.”
He laughed, a little astounded. “Troth!” thought he; “this is a strange acquaintance for Kate to have made!”
“Why,” he said, “what have I asked or expected but the right of every man to see and admire?”
“O! you may admire as much as you like,” quoth she. “I wouldn’t deprive you of that gratification.”
“Or yourself, perhaps?”
“No!” she said, with indifference; “you needn’t consider me. I’ve more than I can do with already.”
“What!” he said, “but not of the town quality? ’Tis only sheep’s-eyes they make at you in the country.”
“All’s fish, for that, that comes to a woman’s net. ’Tis a question with her more of quantity than quality.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you love the country?”