"You knaw at any rate that I ban't a vain talker. I'll say no more. Awnly if you'm serious set on restorin' Honor Stapledon to her rightful health, 'tis in your power. Mrs. Loveys can rub the stuff in when she's asleep if she won't consent to no other way. An' her'll come to herself again in a fortnight."
"Be so mortal light of evenings now, an' never dark all night," said Cramphorn, his mind running ahead.
"That's your outlook. If you'm man enough to go an' dig——"
"I be in a maze," he confessed. "Never heard tell of such a fearful balm in my born days."
"Very likely. Theer's more hid than you'll ever knaw, in this world or the next."
"I must think upon it. 'Tis a onruly, wild, dangerous deed. Might lead to trouble."
"'Tis a rightful, high act if you ax me. God'll knaw why for you be theer. Theer's a reward for the salvation of our fellow-creatures in next world if not this; an' I'm sure theer did ought to be, for I've saved enough in my time."
"I'll think about it serious," said Cramphorn, who was now desperately anxious to be gone.
"Just a bone against a woman's life. You think about it as you say."
"So I will, then, wi' all my strength."