She did not know what was coming, and she listened to the usual story, full by the way of references to John—of a handsome young man who would woo her, win her, and give her happiness, children, and wealth.
John threw the girl a shilling. She withdrew. They watched her passing through the furze. The silence about them was immense. Then John spoke:
"What the gipsy said is quite true; I did not dare to tell you so before."
"What do you mean, John?"
"I mean that I am in love with you, will you love me?"
"You in love with me, John; it is quite absurd—I thought you hated girls."
"Never mind that, Kitty, say you will have me; make the gipsy's words come true."
"Gipsies' words always come true."
"Then you will marry me?"
"I never thought about marriage. When do you want me to marry you? I am only seventeen?"