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Jim intimated that if it was his wedding day it was no business of Blenkiron's. "Wall," said the blacksmith, "ef they dawn't gie yo' soom roough music to-morra night, it'll bae better loock than yo' desarve t' two o' yo'." Greatorex scowled at his kinsman. "Look yo' 'ere, John Blenkiron, I warn yo'. Any man in t' Daale thot speaaks woon word agen my wife 'e s'all 'ave 'is nack wroong."
"Yo' used t' saay yo' were." "How silly of me. And I used to be afraid of Maggie." "I've been afraaid of Maaggie afore now. She's got a roough side t' 'er toongue and she can use it. But she'll nat use it on yo'. Yo've naw call to be afraaid ef annybody. There isn't woon would hoort a lil thing like yo'." "They say things about me. I know they do." "And yo' dawn't keer what they saay, do yo'?"
He looked at her gravely now. "Naw," he said slowly, "'tis noon o' thawse things. It's mae. It's mae yo're afraid of. Yo think I med bae too roough with yo." But at that she cried out with a little tender cry and pressed close to him. "No no no it isn't you. It isn't. It couldn't be." He crushed her in his arms. His mouth clung to her face and passed over it and covered it with kisses.
I coom back to thot. Yo think I'm joost a roough man thot caann't understand yo. But I do. I couldn't bae roough with yo, Ally, anny more than Nad, oop yon, could bae roough wi' t' lil laambs." He was lying flat on his back now, with his arms stretched out above his head. He stared up at the rafters as he went on. "Yo wouldn't bae freetened o' mae ef yo looved mae as I loove yo."
"Am I too roough? Tall mae tall mae." "No," she whispered. He pushed back her hat from her forehead, kissing her hair. She took off her hat and flung it on the floor. His voice came fast and thick. "Kiss mae back ef yo loove mae." She kissed him. She stiffened and leaned back in the crook of his arm that held her. His senses swam.
It was the mournful and musical voice that she had heard sometimes last summer on the road outside the back door of the Vicarage. She came in, pausing on the threshold and looking about her, as if she stood poised on the edge of an adventure. Her smallness, and the delicious, exploring air of her melted Jim's heart and made him smile at her. "It's a roough plaace fer a laady," he said.
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