JIM: Judith, you’re right: For they might blab. I’d best be hooking it. I’ll go: but, mind, you’re not yet shot of me. (_As he is speaking, BELL HAGGARD appears in the doorway, and stands, with arms akimbo, watching them; but JIM has his back to the door, and JUDITH, gazing into the fire, doesn’t see her either._) JIM: I’ll wait for you beneath the Gallows Rigg, Where the burn skirts the planting, in the slack We trysted in, in the old days--do you mind? JUDITH: I mind. JIM: Trust you for that! And I’ll lie low: It’s a dry bottom: and when the family’s snoring You’ll come to me. Just whicker like a peesweep Three times, and I’ll be with you in a jiffy. We’ll take the road together, bonnie lass; For we were always marrows, you and I. If only that flirtigig, Phœbe, hadn’t come Between me and my senses, we’d have wed, And settled down at Krindlesyke for life: But now we’ve got to hoof it to the end. My sang! ’twill be a honeymoon for me, After the rig I’ve run. But, hearken, Judith: If you don’t turn up by ten o’clock, I’ll come And batter on that door to wake the dead: I’ll make such a rumpus, such a Bob-’s-adying, Would rouse you, if you were straked. I’ll have you with me, If I’ve got to carry you, chested: sink my soul! And for all I care, that luggish slubberdegullion May lounder my hurdies; and go to Hecklebarney! I’m desperate, Judith ... and I don’t mind much ... But, you’ll come, lass? JUDITH: I’ll come. JIM: Well, if you fail, They’ll take me here, as sure as death. BELL (_stepping forward_): That’s so. JIM (_wheeling round_): The devil! BELL: Nay: not yet: all in good time. But I question they’ll wait till ten o’clock: they seemed Impatient for your company, deuce kens why: But then, what’s one man’s meat ... JIM: What’s that you say? BELL: They seemed dead-set ... You needn’t jump like that: I haven’t got the bracelets in my pocket. JIM: And who the hell are you? and what do you mean? BELL: You’ve seen my face before. JIM: Ay--ay ... I’ve seen it: But I don’t ken your name. You dog my heels: I’ve seen your face ... I saw it on that night-- That night ... and sink me, but I saw it last In the bar at Bellingham: your eyes were on me. Ay, and I’ve seen that phisgog many times: And it always brought ill-luck. BELL: It hasn’t served Its owner so much better: yet it’s my fortune, Though I’m no peachy milkmaid. Ay: I fancied ’Twas you they meant. JIM: Who meant?