“You’d better come too.”
“No, thank you.”
“You needn’t be beholden to the cart if that’s what’s sticking in your gizzard. You can get off at the dyke.”
“Not me. You won’t see me again—not for a long time.”
“Rubbish! I can see you now through the keyhole.”
“So long as I don’t see you,” he said gruffly.
“You’ll see me before you’re a day older.”
“Bet my bottom dollar I won’t.”
“A dashing young lad from Canada,” she carolled. “Once a great wager did lay— Why have you buried your face in your hands?” she broke off.
“I haven’t—it’s to shut you out!”