"Have you had your tea, dear?"
"No. I asked her to bring it, and then I sort of fell asleep ..."
"I'll give it to you."
She poured out his tea, giving him a hot black cup, with plenty of sugar, as they liked it on the Marsh. He drank it eagerly, and felt better.
"Jo, how good of you to come over and see me. Who told you I was back?"
"I heard it from Milly Pump, and she heard it from Broadhurst."
"I meant to send a message round to you. I hope I'll be all right to-morrow."
"Reckon you will, dear.... Martin, you heard what I said—about marrying you when you want?"
"Do you mean it?"
"Of course I mean it—I came over a-purpose to tell you. While you was away I did some thinking, and I found that Ansdore doesn't matter to me what it used. It's only you that matters now."