"I will. Go to him, and say I can't bear it. Him to stand there-- while those I don't care a pin for--oh, Jael, for pity's sake get him home to his mother."
"There, don't you fret. I know what to say."
Jael went down; borrowed the first shawl she could lay her hand on; hooded herself with it, and was across the road in a moment.
"What, does she tell me to go away, and leave her to him?"
"What does that matter? her heart goes with you."
"Won't you take my word for it? I'm not given to lying."
"I know that. Oh, Jael, sweet, pretty, good-hearted Jael, have pity on me, and tell me the truth: is it me she loves, or that Coventry?"
"Oh, bless you! bless you! Ah, if I could only be sure of that, what wouldn't I do for her? But, if she loves me, why, why send me away? It is very cruel that so many should be in the same room with her, and HE should dance with her, and I must not even look on and catch a glimpse of her now and then. I won't go home."