Catherine [surprised]. Am I here? Tut, lad, are ye here?
Vavasour [shrewdly]. Yiss, that is are we both here?
Catherine [perplexed]. Did ye think I wasn't goin' to be?
Vavasour [suppressed intelligent joy in his eyes]. No—o, not that, only I thought, I thought ye was goin' to—to—faint, Kats. I thought ye looked like it, Kats.
Catherine [the happiness on her face vanishing, sinks on to the nearest settle]. Uch, I'm a bad, bad woman, aye, Vavasour Jones, a bad woman!
Vavasour [puzzled, yet lightly]. Nay, Kats, nay!
Catherine [desperately and almost in tears]. Ye cannot believe what I must tell ye. Lad, a year ago this night I went to the church porch, hopin', aye, prayin', ye'd be called, that I'd see your spirit walkin'.
Vavasour [starting and recovering himself]. Catherine, ye did that!
Catherine [plunging on with her confession]. Aye, lad, I did, I'd been so unhappy with the quarrelin' an' hard words. I could think of nothin' but gettin' rid of them.
Vavasour [in a tone of condemnation and standing over her]. That was bad, very bad indeed!