"You know everything," I replied.
"No, not everything; tell me, for ould Betsey'll ave to 'elp 'ee, my deear."
So I told her everything, save my love for Naomi Penryn; of that I could not speak to her, it was a secret for my own heart, and I vowed that I would never tell of it until I poured the words in the sweet maid's own ears. At that time I felt sure that the story of my love would remain forever untold.
"Do 'ee knaw what this do main, Jasper?" said Betsey, when I had finished.
"He bait 'em boath, boath!" laughed Eli, gleefully.
"Now, Eli," said Betsey, "hark to Jasper, and hark to me. Now tell me, Jasper."
"I think I know," I said.
"He mustn't knaw that you've come back to St. Eve," said Betsey. "I tell 'ee, you musn't show yer faace. 'Ee'll never rest till you'm out ov the way. You'll jist be found dead some day, tha's wot'll 'appen. Ef 'ee caan't do et with the law 'ee'll do et wi'out."
"Yes," I said.