He finally persuaded Peg that it was the wise thing: the right thing: and the thing he wished for the most.
"I don't care whether it's wise or right," said poor Peg, beaten at last, "but if you wish it—" and she broke off.
"I do wish it, Peg."
"Ye'll turn me away from ye, eh?"
"No, Peg. Ye'll come back to me a fine lady."
"I'd like to see anybody thry THAT with me. A lady, indeed! Ye love me as I am. I don't want to be any different."
"But ye'll go?"
"If ye say so."
"Then it's all settled?"
"I suppose it is."