"You love me, my dear."
"But I'm Peter's wife."
"Peter can get another, and you shall have me for a husband."
"It can't be, Joel. We must say good-bye. I only came to say good-bye."
"We'll both say good-bye—to High Fold and Boar Dale—we'll say it together, and go away."
She drew back to the furthest corner of their retreat, and stared at him.
"Do you know what you are asking me to do?" she said, scarcely above a whisper.
"I've thought it all out; I've planned it."
"But I cannot go away with you."
"You love me," he repeated triumphantly.