“I don’t meant to say anything definite.”
“Do ye love un?”
“Don’t ask me, Aunt.”
“I can mind the man very well. A very civil, honourable liver; but Lord!—I don’t want to wownd your feelings, but—there be certain men here and there that no woman of any niceness can stomach. I should have said he was one. I don’t say so now, since you must ha’ known better than I—but that’s what I should have said!”
Sue jumped up and went out. Jude followed her, and found her in the outhouse, crying.
“Don’t cry, dear!” said Jude in distress. “She means well, but is very crusty and queer now, you know.”
“Oh no—it isn’t that!” said Sue, trying to dry her eyes. “I don’t mind her roughness one bit.”
“What is it, then?”
“It is that what she says is—is true!”
“God—what—you don’t like him?” asked Jude.