“Whoever could have believed it?” said Nelly.
“What does it mane at all, said Davy.
“It means,” said Nelly, “that our good friends knew each other, and that he told her, and she told him, and that to bring us together again they played a trick on our jealousy.”
“Then we were jealous?” said Davy.
“Why else are we here?” said Nelly.
“So you did come to see a man, after all?” said Davy.
“And you came to see a woman,” said Nelly.
They had began to laugh again, and to walk to and fro about the lawn, arm-inarm and waist-to-waist, vowing that they would never part—no, never, never, never—and that nothing on earth should separate them, when they heard a step on the grass behind.
“Who’s there?” said Davy.
And a voice from the darkness answered, “It’s Willie Quarrie, Capt’n.”