‘Yes! now!’ breathed the voice of a woman.—‘Ah! now!’ quiver’d low the
reply.
‘And “now”’s just a bit too late, so it’s no use your piping your
eye,’
The farmer added bluffly: ‘Old Lawyer Charlworth was rich;
You followed his instructions in kicking Tom into the ditch.
If you’re such a dutiful daughter, that doesn’t prove Tom is a fool.
Forgive and forget’s my motto! and here’s my grog growing cool!’