Запретный лес
XVII. Woodilee and Calidon
"Man,d’yekenofwhomyespeak?Katrineisaleddyborn--there’snaeaulderorprouderstockintheland--andye’retheoy[grandson]o’themillero’theRoodfoot,andyeseektomakeheryourmarrow[mate].Wekenthatthewarldiscoupitupside-downthesedays,butthisfaircowesa’.Guidfaith,ye’renoblate."
Davidheldhispeace,forhehadnoanswer.Hefeltinthepithofhisboneshisimmenseaudacity.
"Howwouldthelassiesetwi’amanse,thinkye?"shecontinued."She’sbeenbrochtupamangpapistsandprelatists,andthoughshe’shadmonyaswatcho’theGospelfraehonestMr.James,she’snomucklewiserthanababe.Forbye,she’sadaftqueanthatwadnevermak’a’sponsibleminister’swife.ThinkyethattheKing’scourtanddancin’andglee-singin’andridin’onahorseisaguidpreparationforamoorlandparishandafower-roomhouse?Howwillanethat’sbeenusedtovelvetandpearlinstak’wi’linsey-wolseyanddrugget?"
"ThatisforKatrinetodecide,"hesaidhumbly."Ihaveheardthattruelovecanglorifyacot-house."
"Havers!"shecried."There’sadecencyina’things,andyecannamateablood-horsewi’acadger’spowny.Wedlock,asIweelken,isnaebusinesso’kissin’andrhymin’,butasobercontrack,andiftwafolksaregauntolivecantilythegither,theymaunseethatmairthantheirheartsareweelagreed.Theremaunbeachance--there’snaecertaintyinthisperishin’world--o’abiendoun-settin’,andasufficiencyo’gear,andalifethatwillbeguidforbaith.
