“Is tha gawing out, Dorsy?”
“Aye. I canna let thee gaw and set there by thysen. I’m cooming oop to set with ’ee till night time.”
She came up and they sat side by side in the Lodge kitchen by the fire as they used to sit when they were together there, holding each other’s hands and not talking.
“Dorsy,” he said at last, “what astha coom for? Astha coom to tall me tha’ll navver speak to me again?”
“Nay. Tha knaws what I’ve coom for.”
“To saay tha’ll marry me?”
“Aye.”
“I maunna marry thee, Dorsy. ’twouldn’ be right.”
“Right? What dostha mean? ’Twouldn’t be right for me to coom and set wi’ thee this road ef I doan’t marry thee.”
“Nay. I darena’. Tha said tha was afraid of me, Dorsy. I doan’t want ’ee to be afraid. Tha said tha’d be unhappy. I doan’t want ’ee to be unhappy.”