Ah, Cardie, it is not to be, I suppose; and now you will eat out your heart and youth with the longing after this girl.'
Cardie comes and fetches me in, night after night; the lad is a good lad; his mother was right after all.'
But she remembered his mother's fond descriptions of Cardie's cleverness and goodness.
Cardie heard him, I know; for he gave quite a sigh of relief.'
