"Ahah!"
"I tell you, you were seen walking in the woods with her, whispering to her, carrying her basket, and they said she was pretty," she finished with a wail.
"It is a mistake. I—"
"A mistake! Look at me," she cried fiercely, "You, a Lamanite, an associate of laboring wenches, have made me weep. I, Ahah, who do not shed tears once in five years have wept this night over you." She laughed bitterly.
"But the girl gave me some information from a relative of hers."
"What could I expect, I who without reason, against the warnings of my friends, the opposition of my relatives, have squandered my attention on you."
"Ahah you possess the best part of my life, but if I am bringing you such unhappiness—"
That brought her to terms. Her face shone with transcendent light.
"See, Hagoth," she breathed earnestly, "Beautiful as this is, I lie awake nights worrying where it will end. I am too much of a coward to flee with you for I fear to fail in the new life. You must raise yourself to my station. You have youth, strength, brains and my faith in you."
"And if I win out."