Chapter 19
"Who?" he answered.
"Your da."
"No. You see!..." He did not know what to say. It had not occurred to him to talk about Sheila to his father, and he realised now that if it had, he probably would not have done so.
"But if you're goin' to marry me?..." Sheila was saying.
"Oh, of course," he replied. "Of course, I shall have to tell him about you, won't I? I just didn't think of it.... Then you're going to marry me, Sheila?" he demanded, turning to her quickly.
"Och, I don't know," she answered. "I'm too young to be married yet, an'
you're younger nor me, an' mebbe we'd change our minds, an' anyway there's a quare differs atween us."
"What difference is there between us?" he said, indignantly.
"Aw, there's a quare deal of differs," she maintained. "A quare deal.
You're a quality-man!..."
"As if that matters," he interrupted.
"It matters a quare lot," she said.
They sat down on a bank by the roadside and he took hold of her hand and pressed it, and then he put his arm about her and drew her head down on to his shoulder.
"Somebody'll see you," she whispered.
"There's no one in sight," he replied.
"Do you love me an awful lot?" she asked, looking up at him.
"You know I do."
"More nor anybody in the world?"
He bent over and kissed her. "More than anybody in the world," he answered.
"You're not just lettin' on?" she continued.
"Letting on!"
"Aye. Makin' out you love me, an' you on'y pa.s.sin' the time, divertin'
yourself?"
He was angry with her. How could she imagine that he would pretend to love her?...
"I do love you," he insisted, "and I'll always love you. I feel that...
that!..."
He fumbled for words to express his love for her, but could not find
"Ah, well," she said, "it doesn't matter whether you're pretendin' or not. I'm quaren happy anyway!"
She struggled out of his embrace and put her arms round his neck and kissed him. She remained thus with her arms round him and her face close to his, gazing into his eyes as if she were searching for something....
"What are you thinkin', Sheila?" he asked.
"Nothin'," she said, and she drew him to her and kissed him again.
"I wish I was older," he exclaimed presently.
"Why?"
"Because I could marry you, then, and we'd go away and see all the places in the world...."
"I'd rather go to Portrush for my honeymoon," she said. "I went there for a trip once!"
"We'd go to Portrush too. We'd go to all the places. I'd take you to England and Scotland and Wales, and then we'd go to France and Spain and Italy and Africa and India and all the places."
"I'd be quaren tired goin' to all them places," she murmured.
"And then when we'd seen everything, we'd come back to Ireland and start a farm...."
She sat up and smiled at him. "An' keep cows an' horses," she said.
"Yes, and pigs and sheep and hens and... all the things they have.
Ducks and things!"
"I'd love that," she said, delighted.
"We'd go up to Belfast every now and then, and look at the shops and buy things!...."
"An' go to the theatre an' have our tea at an eatin'-house?"
"We'd go to an hotel for our tea," he said.
"Oh, no, I'd be near afeard of them places. I wasn't reared up to that sort of place, an' I wouldn't know what to do, an' all the people lookin' at me, an' the waiters watchin' every bite you put in your mouth, 'til you'd near think they'd grudged you your food!"
They made plans over which they laughed, and they mocked each other, teasing and pretending to anger, and he pulled her hair and kissed her, and she slapped his cheeks and kissed him.
"I'd give the world," she said, "to have my photograph took in a low-neck dress. Abernethy does them grand!..." She stopped suddenly and turned her head slightly from him in a listening att.i.tude.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Wheesht!" she replied, and then added, "D'ye hear anything?"
He listened for a moment or two, and then said, "Yes, it sounds like a horse gallopin'...." They listened again, and then she proceeded. "You'd near think it was runnin' away," she said.
The sound of hooves rapidly beating the ground and the noise of quickly-revolving wheels came nearer.