"Ye're lookin' serious the night," she greeted, as she paused with her knitting.
"I'm feeling that way, too," he conceded, sighing.
"Maybe ye're thinkin' o' the closeness o' yer leavin'?" she questioned.
"It's partly that," he admitted, sheepishly.
"Only partly, ye say. Fer shame, to let anythin' else be a part o' such thoughts," she observed, somewhat severely.
"Now, granny, it is no use you being cross with me. I'm full of love for you and the old place, and you know it," he expostulated. "There's something else, all the same," he continued, with a forlorn pleading in his voice.
"Then ye had better out wi' it, lad," she replied, giving him her whole attention.
"It's about our Kate," he commenced.
"I thought as much. Ye go away an' get a plot o' land somewhere, an' a bit o' a cabin, an' then ye come back pretendin' it was yer love fer yer poor granny. But ye had other plans, which ye wouldn't tell till ye were driven to it," Nancy interrupted, with a strange lack of sympathy.
Her words aroused Will's latent passion, and drove him to a confession, regardless of consequences.