“Is she a 'lovely and gracious lady'?”
“She is!” said the Harvester, with all his heart.
“Young and beautiful, of course!”
“Indeed yes!”
“Please fill this glass. I told you what I was going to do.”
The Harvester refilled the glass and the Girl drained it.
“Now won't you set aside these things and allow me to go to work?” she asked. “My call may come any minute, and I'll never forgive myself if I waste time, and don't draw your moth pattern for you.”
“It's against my principles to hurry, and besides, my story isn't finished.”
“It is,” said the Girl. “She is young and lovely, gentle and a lady, you have her 'all solid,' and she can't 'escape'; that's the end, of course. But if I were you, I wouldn't have her until I gave her a chance to get away, and saw whether she would if she could.”
“Oh I am not a jailer,” said the Harvester. “She shall be free if I cannot make her love me; but I can, and I will; I swear it.”