'Everything is ready in your own house?'
'They is.'
'And you will expect Miss Ruby to come to the scratch?'
'I sholl.'
'That's about it, I think,' said Joe Mixet, turning to the grandfather. 'I don't think there was ever anything much more straightforward than that. You know, I know, Miss Ruby knows all about John Crumb. John Crumb didn't come to Bungay yesterday nor yet the day before. There's been a talk of five hundred pounds, Mr Ruggles.' Mr Ruggles made a slight gesture of assent with his head. 'Five hundred pounds is very comfortable; and added to what John has will make things that snug that things never was snugger. But John Crumb isn't after Miss Ruby along of her fortune.'
'Nohows,' said the lover, shaking his head and still standing upright with his hands by his side.
'Not he;--it isn't his ways, and them as knows him'll never say it of him. John has a heart in his buzsom.'
'I has,' said John, raising his hand a little above his stomach.
'And feelings as a man. It's true love as has brought John Crumb to Sheep's Acre farm this night;--love of that young lady, if she'll let me make so free. He's a proposed to her, and she's a haccepted him, and now it's about time as they was married. That's what John Crumb has to say.'
'That's what I has to say,' repeated John Crumb, 'and I means it.'
'And now, miss,' continued Mixet, addressing himself to Ruby, 'you've heard what John has to say.'
'I've heard you, Mr Mixet, and I've heard quite enough.'
'You can't have anything to say against it, Miss; can you? There's your grandfather as is willing, and the-money as one may say counted out,--and John Crumb is willing, with his house so ready that there isn't a ha'porth to do. All we want is for you to name the day.'
'Say to-morrow, Ruby, and I'll not be agen it,' said John Crumb, slapping his thigh.
'I won't say to-morrow, Mr Crumb, nor yet the day after to-morrow, nor yet no day at all. I'm not going to have you. I've told you as much before.'
'That was only in fun, loike.'
'Then now I tell you in earnest. There's some folk wants such a deal of telling.'
'You don't mean,--never?'
'I do mean never, Mr Crumb.'
'Didn't you say as you would, Ruby? Didn't you say so as plain as the nose on my face?' John as he asked these questions could hardly refrain from tears.