'There' said Reddin, pleased with his kisses. 'Now come and dance, and you'll see if a chap of forty can't tire you. Afterwards we'll settle the parson's hash.' He lifted the tent-flap, and they went in and were taken by the bright, slow-whirling life. Hazel was glad to dance with him or anyone, so that she might dance. Reddin held his head high, for he was a lover to-night, and he had never been that before in any of his amours. He was angry and enthralled with Hazel, and the two emotions together were intoxicating. Hazel was a flower in a gale when she danced, a slim poplar tremulous and swaying in the dawn, a young beech assenting to the wind's will. Abel watched her with pride. She was turning out a credit to him, after all. It was astonishing. 'It's worth playing for our 'Azel's feet. The others just stomps,' he thought. 'Who's the fellow she's along with? I'd best keep an eye. A bargain's a bargain.' 'You'm kept your word,' said Hazel suddenly to Reddin. 'H'm?' 'Tired me out.' 'Come outside, then, and I'll get you a cup of tea.' He fetched it and sat down by her on an orange-box. 'Now look here,' he said, 'fair and square, will you marry me?' He was surprised at himself. Andrew Vessons, who had tiptoed after them from the tent, spread out his hands and gazed at heaven with a look of supreme despair, all the more intense because he could not speak. He returned desolately to the tent, where he stood with a cynical smile, leaning a little forward with his arms behind him, watching the dancing, an apotheosis of sex, to him not only silly and pitiful, but disgusting. Now and then he shook his head, went to the door to see if his master was coming, and shook it again. A friend came up. 'Why did the gaffer muck up the race?' he asked. 'Why,' asked Vessons, with a far-off gaze, 'did 'Im as made the 'orld put women in?' Outside things were going more to his liking than he knew. 'What's the good of keeping on, Mr. Reddin? I told 'ee I was promised to Ed'ard.' 'But you like me a bit? Better than the parson?' 'I dunno.' 'Come off with me now. I swear I'll play fair.' '_I_ swore!' she cried. 'I swore by the Mountains, and that can ne'er be broke.' 'What did you swear?' 'To marry the first as come. That's Ed'ard. If I broke that oath, when I was jead, my cold soul 'ud wander and find ne'er a bit of rest, crying about the Mountains and about, nights, and Ed'ard thinking it was the wind. 'If you chuck him, he'll soon get over it; if you chuck me, I shan't. He's never gone after the drink and women.' It was a curious plea for a lover. 'Miss Clomber said you wunna a good man.' 'Well, I'm blowed! But look here. If he loses you, he'll be off his feed for a bit; but if I lose you, there'll be the devil to pay. Has he kissed you?' 'Time and agen.' 'I won't have it!' ''Azel!' called her father. 'You won't go?' 'I mun. It's father.' 'And I shan't see you again-till you're married? Oh, marry _me_, Hazel! Marry _me_!'