I gave a brief account of her mother, and how she met her death in trying to escape from her husband. The Dominie mused. “Little skilled am I in women, Jacob, yet what thou sayest not only surpriseth but grieveth me. She is fair to look upon.”
“Handsome is that handsome does, sir. She’ll make many a man’s heart ache yet, I expect.”
“Indeed, Jacob. I am full of marvel at what thou hast already told me.”
“I have seen more of her, sir.”
“I pray thee tell me more.”
“No, sir, I had rather not. You may imagine all you please.”
“Still she is young, Jacob; when she becometh a wife she might alter.”
“Sir, it is my firm opinion (and so it was), that if you were to marry her to-morrow, she would run away from you in a week.”
“Is that thy candid opinion, Jacob?”
“I will stake my life upon her so doing, although not as to the exact time.”