She didn't answer at all. He come to what seemed to trouble him.
"Is it the money?" he says again. "What's money if you've got nothing else?"
"Not much," says she; "not very much."
"I've not coveted it," says he. "It's another commandment I've broke. I've coveted that which was my neighbor's. I've coveted you—no more, so much! If you and I had a shack on the Yellow Bull out there, and forty acres to start with," says he, "out where the sun shines all the time, and the wind is sweet, and the mountains rise up around you——"
"Don't!" says she again. "Don't! Please go away—I can't stand that."
I couldn't stand it neither; so I opened the door.
XVI - How I Was Foreman
They jumped apart—or farther apart—when I walked out. They wasn't holding hands, but she must of been looking at him and him at her.
"Miss Wright," says I, quiet—the first time I ever called her Miss Wright in all my life—"Miss Wright," says I, "come up to the house."