'What for will you?'
'Oh! you women! Are you a little innocent, Hazel? Or are you a d—d clever woman?'
'I dunno. But I canna come no more.'
'Won't, you mean. Very well.'
'What'n you mean, saying "very well" so choppy?'
'I mean that if a man chooses to see a woman, see her he will. It's his place to find ways. It's her privilege to hide if she likes, or do any d—d thing she likes. That only makes it more exciting. Now go back to your knitting. Fff! knitting!'
The startled pigeons fled up with a steely clatter of wings at his sudden laughter.
'Oh! hushee! They'll hear and come out.'
'I don't care. If the dead heard and came out and stood between us, I shouldn't care! What are you whispering?'
Hazel had said, 'Whoever she be, have her he will, for certain sure.'