“I do adore a dark young man.”
“So do I; but this one is not mine.”
“I'll take his word before thine. Why, he calls thee his lass in his very letter.”
“Not he. Show me his letter.”
“What will ye give me?”
“Nay, Patty, pray show it me.”
“Well, and so I will.”
She brought her the letter. Jael read it and changed color, and was delighted for a moment or two; but soon her good sense and humility prevailed. “'Twas to surprise you, like. I do know he looks higher than me.”
“More fool he. But I don't believe it.”
“You may,” said Jael, and turned the conversation to Patty's approaching marriage; once launched in that direction, it flowed without intermission till the men returned, and dinner smoked upon the board.