`Ah,' said Matthew Moon, `she'll wish her cake dough if so be she's ever intimate with that man.

`She's not over intimate with him,' said Gabriel indignantly.

`She would know better,' said Coggan. `Our mis'ess has too much sense under they knots of black hair to do such a mad thing.'

`You see, he's not a coarse, ignorant man, for he was well brought up,' said Matthew dubiously. `'Twas only wildness that made him a soldier, and maids rather like your man of sin.'

`Now, Cain Ball,' said Gabriel restlessly, can you swear in the most awful form that the woman you saw was Miss Everdene?'

`Cain Ball, you be no longer a babe and suckling,' said Joseph in the sepulchral tone the circumstances demanded, `and you know what taking an oath is. 'Tis a horrible testament mind ye, which you say and seal with your blood-stone, and the prophet Matthew tells us that on whomsoever it shall fall it will grind him to powder. Now, before all the work-folk here assembled, can you swear to your words as the shepherd asks ye?'

`Please no, Mister Oak!' said Cainy, looking from one to the other with great uneasiness at the spiritual magnitude of the position. `I don't mind saying 'tis true, but I don't like to say 'tis damn true, if that's what you mane.

`Cain, Cain, how can you?' asked Joseph sternly. `You be asked to swear in a holy manner' and you swear like wicked Shimei, the son of Gera, who cursed as he came. Young man, fie!'

`No, I don't! 'Tis you want to squander a pore boy's soul, Joseph Poorgrass - that's what 'tis!' said Cain, beginning to cry. `All I mane is that in common truth 'twas Miss Everdene and Sergeant Troy, but in the horrible so-help-me truth that ye want to make of it perhaps 'twas somebody else!'

`There's no getting at the rights of it,' said Gabriel, turning to his work.

`Cain Ball, you'll come to a bit of bread!' groaned Joseph Poorgrass.

Then the reapers' hooks were flourished again, and the old sounds went on. Gabriel, without making any pretence of being lively, did nothing to show that he was particularly dull. However, Coggan knew pretty nearly how the land lay, and when they were in a nook together he said--

`Don't take on about her, Gabriel. What difference does it make whose sweetheart she is, since she can't be yours?'

`That's the very thing I say to myself,' said Gabriel.

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