“’Tweern’t the same. When Maister Timothy comed, I seed differ’nt.”
“Doan’t shake an’ tremble. You’ll never have no reason to fear me. Tell me how ’twas. Jan gived ’e up—eh?”
“Ess, he did.”
“Why for?”
“For love of me.”
“Ah! Now that was a brave fashion deed. I allus thought a lot of the man, an’ I’m sorry you’ve sent un to the Devil, wheer they tell me he’s bound of late days.”
“He’m a gude man, an’ I wish to God as something could be done to bring him back in the right road.”
“Ess fay! An’ you’m the one as would have to look the shortest distance to find a way to do it, Sarah. A gude example that man, for all his foolishness since. Loved ’e well enough to leave ’e—for your own gude, he did—eh?”
“God bless him for doin’ it.”
“Why doan’t ’e go back to him?”