JUDITH:
Not for three hours, at earliest.

JIM:
Then I’ll wait
Till then: they can’t be on my track so soon:
And when its dad and mammy come back ...

JUDITH:
Nay, nay:
They mustn’t find you here.

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: