"But I like my funny little dresses! Don't I generally please you? Have you been thinking me ugly all this time?"
He did not answer that. "I wish I was coming with you."
"You mustn't. There are hay-seeds on you everywhere. Is the field nearly finished? George, you are not answering questions!"
"I'm thinking about you. Helen, you needn't go just yet. Sit down under this tree. You're lovely. And I love you. Helen, you love me! You're different now. Will you wear that ring?"
Her mind could not refuse it; she was willing to wear the badge of her submission and so make it complete, and she gave a shuddering sigh. "Oh, George—"
"Yes, yes, you will. Look, here it is. I always have it with me. Give me your little hand. Isn't it bright and heavy? Do you like it?" He held her closely. "And my working clothes against your pretty frock! D'you mind?"
"No." She was looking at the gold band on her finger. "It's heavy, George."
"I chose a heavy one."
"Have you had it in your pocket all the time?"
"All the time."