“I see! It’s your pride you love, not me.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Yes, it is.” She snatched her hand from his. “Nothing can bring you to your knees.”
“It’s not true. I’d go on my hands and knees to you, as if I was in chapel, and I’d crawl on ’em across your threshold and thank God for what laid on t’other side—but you see, Jinny, what breaks me up is that I made a vow too.”
“You?”
“You don’t seem to remember anything.”
“I dare say I was a bit dazed at all the silliness. But if you swore too not to cross our threshold, why, I’ll go and let you in by the lattice. And perhaps Gran’fer will be that tickled, he’ll laugh and forget about his cranky old oath. Or perhaps he’ll reckon you have scrambled in on your hands and knees. Oh dear, isn’t it funny? See you in a moment, Will.” She put her hand on the latch of the gate.
He shook his head. “Neither by door nor by window.”
“Didn’t I say I’d never cross your doorstep?” she urged. “And yet I came.”
“You came through the window.”