“Where would we go?” he asked, tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, less for his love of trimness than to get some occupation for his eyes.
“It used to be enough that it was with me when I asked before,” said Ealasaid, staying his fingers; “but my cousin-german in Coillebhraid asks us up to curds and cream.”
“John and I are promised at a wrestling in the town,” he said; “would the next day—”
The girl drew her screen about her like one smitten by a cold wind.
“Alan, Alan! your worst friend!” said she.
“The decentest lad in the world; he quarrels with none.”
“For cowardice.”
“He understands me in every key.”
“So much the readier can he make you the fool.”
“He has taught me the finest songs.”