Sylvan.
Yes, you dare!
You will be knowing I'm outside in the darkness,
And you will come down here and give me yourself
Wholly and forever.
Katrina.
O not to-night!
Sylvan. I shall be here, Katrina, waiting for you. [He goes.
The old woman comes in burdened with her sack.
Grandmother. Katrina, that was a young man with you.
Katrina.
O grannam, you've had luck to-day; but now
It's I must be the porter.
Grandmother (giving up the sack).
Ay, you take it.
It's sore upon my back. You should have care
Of these young fellows; there's a devil in them.
Never you talk with a man on the seashore
Or on hill-tops or in woods and suchlike places,
Especially if he's one you think of marrying.
Katrina. Marrying? I shall never be married!
Grandmother. Pooh! That's nonsense.
Katrina.
I should think 'twas horrible
Even to be in love and wanting to give
Yourself to another; but to be married too,
A man holding the very heart of you,—