Chester realized that there was no arguing with such a mood. He walked on, resolved to set the matter aside until she might be more reasonable. But Thyra would not have it so. She followed on after him, under the alders that crowded over the lane.
“Promise me that you'll not go there again,” she entreated. “Promise me that you'll give her up.”
“I can’t promise such a thing,” he cried angrily.
His anger hurt her worse than a blow, but she did not flinch.
“You’re not engaged to her?” she cried out.
“Now, mother, be quiet. All the settlement will hear you. Why do you object to Damaris? You don’t know how sweet she is. When you do know her —”
“I will never know her!” cried Thyra furiously. “And she shall not have you! She shall not, Chester!”
He made no answer. She suddenly broke into tears and loud sobs. Touched with remorse, he stopped and put his arms about her.
“Mother, mother, don’t! I can’t bear to see you cry so. But, indeed, you are unreasonable. Didn't you ever think the time would come when I would want to marry, like other men?”
“No, no! And I will not have it — I cannot bear
