"I'm going soon ... in a day or two," he went on, making his resolution as he spoke. The sight of her bare breast embarrassed him, and he wanted to go away quickly.
"You're a one for roamin' the world, I must say!" she said. "You're no sooner here nor you're away again. Mebbe you'll come up an' see my aunt ... she was talkin' about you only last week ... an' Peter'd be right an' glad to welcome you!"
"No, thanks, not to-day," he answered. "I've something to do at home ... I'm sorry!..."
"But you said you were comin' to see me!..."
"I know, but I've just remembered something ... I'm sorry!" He was speaking in a jerky, agitated manner and he began to move away as if he were afraid that she would detain him. "I'll come another time," he added.
"Well, you're the quare man," she said. "Anybody'd think you were afeard of me, the hurry you're in to run away!"
He laughed nervously. "Of course, I'm not afraid of you," he exclaimed. "Why should I be?"
"I don't know!" She looked at him for a few seconds, and then the whimsical look that he remembered so well came into her eyes. "D'ye mind the way you wanted to marry me, Henry?" she said.
"Yes ... yes! Ha, ha!"
"An' now I've this! It's a quaren funny, isn't it?"