"Yes," she said, looking up at him. "You're late!"
"Ay!" he replied, looking away into the wood.
She rose slowly, drawing aside her stool.
"Did you want to come in?" she asked.
He looked down at her shrewdly.
"Won't folks be thinkin' somethink, you comin' here every night?" he said.
"Why?" She looked up at him, at a loss. "I said I'd come. Nobody knows."
"They soon will, though," he replied. "An' what then?"
She was at a loss for an answer.
"Why should they know?" she said.