“No,” said Lovibond. “Havn’t I told you she’s a Manx woman?”
“A Manx woman, is she?” said Davy. “What’s her name?”
“I didn’t ask her that,” said Lovibond.
“Then where’s her home?” said Davy.
“I forget the name of the place,” said Lovibond. “Balla—something.”
“Is it—— is it——” Davy was speaking very quickly—“is it Ballaugh, sir?”
“That’s it,” and Lovibond. “And her father’s farm—I heard the name of the farm as well—Balla—balla—something else—oh, Ballavalley.”
“Ballavolly?” said Davy.
“Exactly,” said Lovibond.
Davy breathed heavily, swayed slightly, and rolled against Lovibond as they walked side by side.