"And widows' houses, and a few other things! Of course you do. You haven't got up in the world by wasting your time."
"Say 'yes,' and be done with it, Sarah."
"I'll leave it for a round month, then I'll tell you."
"You'll leave it—just to see what this hulking lout on the Moor may do."
"Yes. But he's not a lout. I'm certainly not going to take you till I know if he cares for me. If he does, I'll have him, for he's made me feel very queer—so queer that it can't be anything but love. And if he don't ax inside six weeks, I'll take you."
"You're the sort to go and tell him to ask you," he said, bitterly.
"No, no! I won't do that. I'm a very modest woman really, though you don't seem to think so. I'll not run after him."
"You're mad to dream of such a thing."
"Very likely; but there 'tis. Now us had better go back-along. I promised Mr. Weekes to pour out tea for him this evening afore I went home."
"I'll walk back with you."