"Yes, we are to be married as soon as possible."
"What, you an' Anna?"
"Who else, my Jeremy?"
"But she's a-breaking her 'eart over summat or other—"
"No, she's lying fast asleep in the loft yonder and looking as sweet—as good and pure as—as—"
"As she is, Peregrine!"
"Yes, Jerry. But what are you doing here, God bless you!"
"Didn't you know as she wrote me two days since—app'inting me to meet her here—and here I am, a bit early p'raps, but then I thought she was lonely—in trouble, d'ye see—in trouble. And then, Lord, if you only knew how hungry—aye, ravenous I am for sight of her arter all this time—"
"Why, then, you shall see her—at once."
"Nay, let her have her sleep out; let's you an' me get a fire going.
I've a frying pan in my cart over yonder—ham an' eggs, lad!"