"Well, come out with me," said Jerrem: "there's nothin' I should like
better than a bit of a stroll. I'd got it in my head before you spoke."
Eve hesitated.
"P'r'aps you'm thinkin' Adam 'ud blame 'ee for it?"
"Oh dear, no, I'm not: I'm not quite such a slave to Adam's opinion as
that. Besides," she added, feeling she was speaking, with undue
asperity, "surely everybody may go for a walk without being blamed by
anybody for it: at all events, I mean to go."
"That's right," said Jerrem.--"Here, I say, Joan, me and Eve's goin'
out for a little."
"Goin' out? Where to?" said Joan, coming forward toward the door, to
which he had advanced.
"Oh, round about for a bit--by Chapel Rock and out that ways."
"Well, if you goes with her, mind you comes back with her. D'ee hear,
now?--Don't 'ee trust un out o' yer sight, Eve, my dear--not further
than you can see un, nor so far if you can help it."
"You mind yer own business," said Jerrem.
"If you was to do that you'd stay at home, then," said Joan, dropping
her voice; "but that's you all over, tryin' to put your finger into
somebody's else's pie.--I doubt whether 'twill over-please Adam
either," she added, coming back from watching them down the street;
"but, there! if he and Eve's to sail in one boat, the sooner he learns
'twon't always be his turn to handle the tiller the better.
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