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Do yo' aassk mae t' marry Assy now? Naw! Assy may rot for all yo' care. But do yo' suppawss I'd 'a' doon it fer yore meddlin'? Naw! "You are not going to be asked," said Gwenda. "You are not going to marry her." "Gwenda," said the Vicar, "you will be good enough to leave this to me." "It can't be left to anybody but Ally." "It s'all be laft to her," said Greatorex.
Saw I ought t' marry yo'. But I'm nat goain' to." "'Ave yo' coom t' tall mae thot? 'S ef I didn' knaw it. 'Ave I avver aassked yo' t' marry mae?" "Haw, Essy." "Yo' can aassk mae; yo'll bae saafe enoof. Fer I wawn't 'ave yo'. Woonce I med 'a' been maad enoof. I med 'a' said yes t' yo'. But I'd saay naw to-day." At that he smiled.
And the next moment he went straight to the matter in hand. "An' what's this thing you've coom to aassk me, Miss Cartaret?" "Well" she looked at him and her gray eyes were soft and charmingly candid "it was if you'd be kind enough to sing at our concert. You've heard about it?" "Ay, I've heard about it, right enoof." "Well won't you? You have sung, you know." "Yes. I've soong.
"There's more than mae and Assy thot's freetened t' marry yo," she said. He darkened. "Yo 'oald yore tongue. Yo dawn't knaw what yo're saayin', my laass." "Dawn't I? There's more than mae thot knaws, Mr. Greatorex. Assy isn't t' awnly woon yo've maade talk o' t' plaace." "What do yo mane? Speaak oop. What d'yo mane Yo knaw?" "Yo'd best aassk Naddy.
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