"I will."
And they stared at each other. He held the child in his arms all the time. He kissed it once more, and then put it down again on the woman's clothes.
In the distance, between two farm-houses, could be seen a plow drawn by a horse, and driven along by a man. They moved on very gently, the horse, the plow, and the laborer, under the dim evening sky.
The woman went on:
"What, then, did your father say?"
"He said he would not have it."
"Why wouldn't he have it?"
The young man pointed towards the child whom he had just put back on the ground, then with a glance he drew her attention to the man drawing the plow yonder there.
And he said emphatically:
"Because 'tis his—this child of yours."