“I know still another way,” said he.
“Ay; an’ a hundred more!”
“Another,” said he, softly, turning to Judith, who would not look at him. “Shall I tell you, Judith?”
She shook her head.
“No?” said he. “Why not?”
The answer was in a whisper––given while the maid’s hot face was still turned away. “I’m not wantin’ you to,” she said.
“Do, maid!” I besought her.
“I’m not wantin’ him to.”
“’Tis your eyes, I’ll be bound!” said I. “’Twill be so clever that you’ll be glad to hear.”
“But I’m not wantin’ him to,” she persisted.