'But it wunna my fault as I stayed the night over. It was aunt
Prowde's. What for should folk chide me and not auntie?'
'Lord, I don't know! Because you're pretty.'
'Be I?'
'Hasn't that fellow told you so?'
'No. He dunna say much.'
'You could make such a good chap of me if you liked, Hazel.'
'How ever?'
'I'd give up the drink.'
'And fox-hunting?'
'Well, I might give up even that—for you. Be my friend, Hazel.'