"It is a many years since we walked so late, my man," said Catherine
softly.

"Ay, sweetheart, more than we shall see again (is he never coming, I
wonder?)"

"Not since our courting days, Eli."

"No. Ay, you were a buxom lass then."

"And you were a comely lad, as ever a girl's eye stole a look at. I do
suppose Gerard is with her now, as you used to be with me. Nature is
strong, and the same in all our generations."

"Nay, I hope he has left her by now, confound her, or we shall be here
all night."

"Eli!"

"Well, Kate?"

"I have been happy with you, sweetheart, for all our rubs--much happier,
I trow, than if I had--been--a--a--nun. You won't speak harshly to the
poor child? One can be firm without being harsh."

"Surely."

"Have you been happy with me, my poor Eli?"

"Why, you know I have. Friends I have known, but none like thee. Buss