"Why?—I love you, and you love me. Come away wud me—you shan't have a hard life——"
"—It's not that."
"Wot is it then?"
"It's—oh, I can't—I'm his wife."
She pushed him from her as he tried to take her in his arms again, and stumbled to her feet.
"It's late—I—I must go home."
"Rose, you queer me."
He had risen too, and stood before her in mingled pain and surprise. He thought her resistance mere coyness, and suddenly flung his arms round her as she stood.
She began to cry.