“I don’t mind that; no woman do when it comes to agony-point, and there’s no other way!”
“Then don’t get down, but sit where you are.”
He drove past the cross-roads, one mile, two miles, without showing any signs of affection.
“You love me very, very much, Izz?” he suddenly asked.
“I do—I have said I do! I loved you all the time we was at the dairy together!”
“More than Tess?”
She shook her head.
“No,” she murmured, “not more than she.”
“How’s that?”
“Because nobody could love ’ee more than Tess did!... She would have laid down her life for ’ee. I could do no more.”