"But it feels like spring."
She thought she heard resentment for that season in his voice. "Well, why don't you go and tell her?"
"Oh, shut up! What's the use? I've no money. A nice suitor I'd make for a woman like that!"
Helen's voice sang above their footsteps and the swishing of her dress. "Silly, old-fashioned ideas you've got! They're rather insulting to her, I think."
"Perhaps, if she cares; but if she doesn't—She'd send me off like a stray dog."
"That's pride. You shouldn't be proud in love."
"You should be proud in everything, I believe. And what do you know about it?"
"Oh—I think. Can you hear a horse, a long way off? And of course I want to be married, too, but Miriam is sure to be, and then Notya would be left alone. Besides, I couldn't leave the moor, and there's no one but George Halkett here!"
"H'm. You're not going to marry him."
"No, I'm not—but I'm sorry for him."