“She says true.”
“Susan says that is a great disadvantage to any man, and so it is—and—poor fellow—”
“What?”
“She says they came between your sweetheart and you—Oh! poor Tom!”
“What?”
“You lost your sweetheart; no wonder you went astray after that. What would become of me if I lost my Susan? And—ay, you were always better than me, Susan. She says she and I have never been sore tempted like you.”
“Bless her little heart for making excuses for a poor fellow; but she was always a charitable, kind-hearted young lady.”
“Wasn't she, Tom?”
“And what sweet eyes!”
“Ain't they, Tom? brimful of heaven I call them.”