"I won't drink the stuff!"
"Oh, but you will, when Hermy brings it."
"Hermione!" said Ravenslee, his voice grown gentle, and laying down his book again. "Mrs. Trapes, have you noticed any change in her lately?"
"A bit handsomer, p'r'aps—"
"Yes, but I don't mean that; it's something that puzzles me. She seems to have grown more—more reserved and shy—"
"Well, she was married to you before she knew it kind of, almost."
"Do you suppose that's it?"
"Sure! What you got t' do, Mr. Geoffrey, is—woo her! Woo her all you know how. The best woman can't be wooed too hard nor too frequent—so you start in an' woo."
"But sometimes it has almost seemed that she—avoided me."
"Well, don't let her."