“Eh!” exclaimed Hutchinson. He turned and looked at Ann disturbedly. “I thought a bit ago tha didn't deny but what tha'd took to him?”
“I didn't, Father,” she answered. “I don't change my mind that quick. I—would have been willing to say 'Yes' when you wouldn't have been willing to let me. I didn't know he was Mr. Temple Barholm then.”
Hutchinson rubbed the back of his head, reddening and rather bristling.
“Dost tha think th' Temple Barholms would look down on thee?”
“I should look down on myself if I took him up at his first words, when he's all upset with excitement, and hasn't had time to find out what things mean. I'm—well, I 'm too fond of him, Father.”
Hutchinson gave her a long, steady look.
“You are?” he said.
“Yes, I am.”
Tembarom lifted his head, and looked at her, too.
“Are you?” he asked.