‘But in course of time Tony got fixed down to one in particular, Milly Richards, a nice, light, small, tender little thing; and it was soon said that they were engaged to be married. One Saturday he had been to market to do business for his father, and was driving home the waggon in the afternoon. When he reached the foot of the very hill we shall be going over in ten minutes who should he see waiting for him at the top but Unity Sallet, a handsome girl, one of the young women he’d been very tender toward before he’d got engaged to Milly.
‘As soon as Tony came up to her she said, “My dear Tony, will you give me a lift home?”
‘“That I will, darling,” said Tony. “You don’t suppose I could refuse ’ee?”
‘She smiled a smile, and up she hopped, and on drove Tony.
‘“Tony,” she says, in a sort of tender chide, “why did ye desert me for that other one? In what is she better than I? I should have made ’ee a finer wife, and a more loving one too. ’Tisn’t girls that are so easily won at first that are the best. Think how long we’ve known each other—ever since we were children almost—now haven’t we, Tony?”
‘“Yes, that we have,” says Tony, a-struck with the truth o’t.
‘“And you’ve never seen anything in me to complain of, have ye, Tony? Now tell the truth to me?”
‘“I never have, upon my life,” says Tony.
‘“And—can you say I’m not pretty, Tony? Now look at me!”
‘He let his eyes light upon her for a long while. “I really can’t,” says he. “In fact, I never knowed you was so pretty before!”