"And 'tis a lawful thought," he cried defiantly. "You're my wife, you're mine by the power of the Lord; you're mine by the right of the flesh." "I'm going indoors," said Jenny coldly, and she left him raging at temptation. Then she sat down and wrote to Castleton. Dear Fuz, Perhaps you hadn't better come and see me again--I expect you'll think I'm mad, but it isn't any good to have rows because I've got to live here any old way. I liked seeing you, dear Fuz, and I'm sorry he made a fool of himself and I'll write some day about young Frank. No more now from your little friend, Jenny. Who cares? She gave the letter to Thomas, who took it down to the One and All. It was Jenny's inherent breeding that made her send it. All her pride bade her insist on Castleton's company, begged her to defy Trewhella, and, notwithstanding scenes the most outrageous, to establish her own will. But there was Fuz to be considered. It would not be fair to implicate him in the miserable muddle which she had created for herself. He belonged to another life where farmers did not grovel in the mud before Heaven's wrath, where husbands did not swear foully at wives, asking forgiveness from above before the filthy echo had died away. Fuz was better out of it. Yet she wished she could see him again. There were many questions not yet asked. Trewhella was foxy when next he discussed Castleton with Jenny. "He wasn't too careful about calling of 'ee Mrs. Trewhella," he began. "Don't be silly. He always knew me as Jenny in the old days." "Oh, I do hate to hear 'ee tell of they old days. I do hate every day before I took 'ee for my own." "I can't help your troubles that way," said Jenny. "Perhaps you'd like to have married me in the cradle?" "I'd like to have kept 'ee locked up from the time you were a frothy maiden," he admitted. "I do sweat when I think of men's eyes staring at your lovely lill body." Jenny stamped her rage at the allusion. "Yes, you ought to have known my mother's aunts," she said. "They'd have suited you, I think. They wanted to shut me up and make me religious." The emphasis with which she armed her reminiscence gave the verbs an undue value, as if the aunts had intended actually to lock her in a larder of hymn-books. "I wish with all my heart they had done so," said Trewhella. "Better that than the devil's palace of light where you belonged to dance. Oh, I wish that Cockney were in Hell." "I can't do more than ask him to go away, so don't keep on being rude about my friends," said Jenny. "Ess, and I wish now I'd never kicked up such a rig and frightened the pair of 'ee. He was too quick. That's where it's to." "What are you talking about?" "Why, if I hadn't been so straight out, I might have trapped you both fitty. If I'd waited and watched awhile." Trewhella sighed regretfully. "You are a sneak," said Jenny.