“What, are you afraid I shall drownd him?” he said, sharply.
“Yes! Oh, it is so horrible!”
“Nay, I wean’t drownd him if he’ll keep away,” said Jock, fiercely, “but I’ll hev a word wi’ him when he least expects it.”
“I—I thought,” faltered Polly, “that when he was married he would keep away.”
“Nay, not he,” growled Jock; “but I heven’t done wi’ him and his yet.”
“But, Jock!”
“Get me some bread and cheese, lass,” he growled, and she rose in a timid way, and gazing at him fearfully, spread a cloth, and placed the food before him.
“Now go and bathe thy pretty eyes,” he said, as he sat down; “but stay a moment, lass.”
He took both her hands in his, and drew her to him, and kissed her forehead.
“I beg thy pardon, Polly,” he said once again; “and now go, and I promise that he shall never trouble thee again.”