"Wall, it"s nowt t" yo, is it?"
"No. It"s nothing to me--now. How did you know I cared for him?"
"I knew because I looved yo. Because I was always thinkin" of yo.
Because I watched yo with him."
"Oh Jim--would other people know?"
"Naw. Nat they. They didn"t look at yo the saame as I did."
He became thoughtful.
"Wall--this here sattles it," he said presently. "Yo caann"t be laft all aloan in t" Vicarage. Yo"ll _"ave_ t" marry mae."
"No," she said. "It won"t be like that. It won"t, really. If my father won"t let my sister marry Dr. Rowcliffe, you don"t suppose he"ll let me marry you? It makes it more impossible than ever. That"s what I came to tell you."
"It"s naw use yo"re tallin" mae. I won"t hear it."
He bent to her.
"Ally--d"yo knaw we"re aloan here?"
"Yes, Jim."
"We"re saafe till Naddy cooms back for t" milkin". We"ve three hours."
She shook her head. "Only an hour and a half, Jim. I must be back for tea."
"Yo"ll "ave tae here. Yo"ve had it before. I"ll maake it for yo."
"I daren"t, Jim. They"ll expect me. They"ll wonder."
"Ay, "tis thot waay always. Yo"re no sooner coom than yo"ve got to be back for this, thot and toother. I"m fair sick of it."
"So am I."
She sighed.
"Wall then--yo must end it."
"How can I end it?"
"Yo knaw how."
"Oh Jim--darling--haven"t I told you?"
"Yo"ve toald mae noothin" that makes a hap"orth o" difference to mae.
Yo"ve coom to mae. Thot"s all I keer for."
He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the house-place.
"Let me shaw yo t" house--now you"ve coom."
His voice pleaded and persuaded. In spite of its north-country accent Ally loved his voice. It sounded musical and mournful, like the voices of the mountain sheep coming from far across the moor and purified by distance.
He took her through the kitchen and the little parlor at the end of the house.
As he looked round it, trying to see it with her eyes, doubt came to him. But Ally, standing there, looked toward the kitchen.
"Will Maggie be there?" she said.
"Ay, Maaggie"ll be there, ready when yo want her."
"But," she said, "I don"t want her."
He followed her look.
"I"ll "ave it all claned oop and paapered and paainted. Look yo--I could have a hole knocked through t" back wall o" t" kitchen and a winder put there--and roon oop a wooden part.i.tion and make a pa.s.sage for yo t" goa to yore awn plaace, soa"s Maaggie"ll not bae in yore road."
"You needn"t. I like it best as it is."
"Do yo? D"yo mind thot Soonda yo caame laa.s.st year? Yo"ve aa.s.sked mae whan it was I started thinkin" of yo. It was than. Thot daay whan yo sot there in thot chair by t" fire, taalkin" t" mae and drinkin" yore tae so pretty."
She drew closer to him.
"Did you really love me then?"
"Ay--I looved yo than."
She pondered it.
"Jim--what would you have done if I hadn"t loved you?"
He choked back something in his throat before he answered her. "What sud I have doon? I sud have goan on looving yo joost the saame.
"We"ll goa oopstairs now."
He took her back and out through the kitchen and up the stone stairs that turned sharply in their narrow place in the wall. He opened the door at the head of the landing.
"This would bae our room. "Tis t" best."
He took her into the room where John Greatorex had died. It was the marriage chamber, the birth-chamber, and the death-chamber of all the Greatorexes. The low ceiling still bulged above the big double bed John Greatorex had died in.
The room was tidy and spotlessly clean. The walls had been whitewashed. Fresh dimity curtains hung at the window. The bed was made, a clean white counterpane was spread on it.
The death room had been made ready for the living. The death-bed waited for the bride.
Ally stood there, under the eyes of her lover, looking at those things. She shivered slightly.