‘I thought thou wast ahind me, Rachael?’
‘Early t’night, lass?’
‘’Times I’m a little early, Stephen! ’times a little late. I’m never to be counted on, going home.’
‘Nor going t’other way, neither, ’t seems to me, Rachael?’
He looked at her with some disappointment in his face, but with a respectful and patient conviction that she must be right in whatever she did. The expression was not lost upon her; she laid her hand lightly on his arm a moment as if to thank him for it.