Hebrokeinpassionately：`Butdon’tmistakemelikethat！BecauseI
amopenenoughtoownwhateverymaninmyshoeswouldhavethoughtof，youmakeyourcolourscomeupyourfaceindgetcrabbedwithme。Thataboutyounotbeinggoodenoughforoneisnonsense。Youspeaklikealady-
alltheparishnoticeit，andyouruncleatWeatherburyis，I’veheard，alargefarmer-muchlargerthaneverIshallbe。MayIcallintheevening，orwillyouwalkalongwithmeo’Sundays？Idon’twantyoutomakeupyourmindatonce，ifyou’drathernot。’
`No-no-Icannot。Don’tpressmeanymore-don’t。Idon’tloveyou-so’twouldberidiculous，’shesaid，withalaugh。
Nomanlikestoseehisemotionsthesportofamerry-groundofskittishness。