“A man of a foul tongue and a strong arm.”
“Where is he?”
“I know not, but that he is gone. Why art thou here? Oh, gadabout, why art thou here?”
“Thou art jealous again.”
“Why art thou here? Now answer me that, straightly and purely.”
“Thou shalt see, O dearest, what my answer is. For a reason that no money could purchase nor art wrest from me—that thou mightst lay thy hand—thy hand here on my heart.”
Whereon the jealous young rustic marched home appeased.
CHAPTER VI.
The worthy servant and the worthy master were once more together; they met in the cemetery.