“Not since our courting days, Eli.”
“No. Ay, you were a buxom lass then.”
“And you were a comely lad, as ever a girl's eye stole a look at. I do suppose Gerard is with her now, as you used to be with me. Nature is strong, and the same in all our generations.”
“Nay, I hope he has left her by now, confound her, or we shall be here all night.”
“Eli!”
“Well, Kate?”
“I have been happy with you, sweetheart, for all our rubs—much happier, I trow, than if I had—been—a—a—nun. You won't speak harshly to the poor child? One can be firm without being harsh.”
“Surely.”
“Have you been happy with me, my poor Eli?”
“Why, you know I have. Friends I have known, but none like thee. Buss me, wife!”