human
Glad enough am I to hear tell of this. But you'll act just--eh? You won't forget that poor auld blid, Lezzard? If she'm gwaine to leave un out the account altogether, he'll be worse off than the foxes. His son's gone to foreign paarts an' his darter's lyin'-in--not that her husband would spare a crust o' bread for auld Lezzard, best o' times.
gpt
Trust me to do what's right. Now I'll go and see after Chris.
human
An' make it up with Will while sun shines on 'e. It's so easy, come gude fortune, to feel your heart swellin' out to others.
gpt
We are good friends now.
human
Do'e think I doan't knaw better? Your quarrel's patched for the sake of us women. Have a real make-up, I mean.
gpt
I will, then. I'll be what I was to him, if he'll let me. I'll forgive everything that's past--everything and every body.
human
So do. An' doan't 'e tell no more of them hard sayings 'gainst powers an' principalities an' Providence. Us be all looked arter, 'cording to the unknawn planning of God. How's Mrs. Lezzard?
gpt
She'll be dead in a fortnight--perhaps less. As likely as not I might marry Chris before the next new moon.
human
Doan't think 'pon that yet. Be cool, an' keep your heart in bounds. 'T is allus the way wi' such as you, who never hope nothing. Theer comes a matter as takes 'em out of themselves, then they get drunk with hope, all of a sudden, an' flies higher than the most sanguine folks, an' builds castles 'pon clouds. Theer's the diggin' of a graave between you and Chris yet. Doan't forget that.
gpt
You can't evade solid facts.
human
No, but solid facts, seen close, often put on a differ'nt faace to what they did far-ways off.
gpt
You won't dishearten me, mother; I'm a happy man for once.
human
Be you? God forbid I should cloud 'e then; awnly keep wise as well as happy, an' doan't fill Chris with tu gert a shaw of pomps an' splendours. Put it away till it comes. Our dreams 'bout the future 's allus a long sight better or worse than the future itself.
gpt
Don't forbid dreaming. That's the sole happiness I've ever had until now.
human
Happiness, you call it? 'T is awnly a painted tinsel o' the mind, and coming from it into reality is like waking arter tu much drink. So I've heard my husband say scores o' times--him bein' a man much given to overhopefulness in his younger days--same as Will is now.