"I believe Bartley would marry her joyfully," said Margaret; but David doubted it.
"Not him--not after what she said to him in the Pixies' House, and after what I said to him in the bull-ring. No man ever paid dearer for a kiss than him, I reckon. But very good friends now, thank God. But my brother-in-law--no. He'll never come to be that. He don't want Rhoda and Rhoda don't want him."
"He told me that well he knew he'd have beat you, if Rhoda had been o' his side."
"I daresay that's true."
They sat together in the theatre of their future life, and Madge brushed David's hair away from his right ear. The organ was slightly larger than the other and she shook her head discontentedly.
"'Twill never be just so beautiful as the left one," she said.
He laughed.
"What do it matter so long as I can hear with it?"
"And your dear eyelid will droop for ever."
"Yes, but the eye behind be all right. Bartley's got his mark too--where I hit him that last time."