"I think you will."
"Then to speak quite truly, I couldn't take help, William, I really couldn't."
"Why not? Think of all you've done for me. Don't deny me the pleasure of doing something for you."
"I'll consider, William. Please let it rest there."
Dale could say no more and they both sat silent for a little while. Then old Bates spoke again.
"William," he said, "if you'll excuse me, I really won't stay. You have—to tell the truth—agitated me."
"Indeed I'm sorry, sir. But don't punish me by going."
"I am not quite up to merry-making."
Just then Norah arrived, carrying the lamp, and Dale turned to her for aid.
"Norah, speak for me. Mr. Bates says he won't stay. Tell him how disappointed we shall be."