Our marriage has to be kept secret for a while--it was done privily for certain reasons; but we was married at church like honest folk--afore God we were, Roger, six months after poor Stocker's death.' ''Twas too soon,' said Roger.
'I was living in a house alone; I had nowhere to go to.

You were far over sea in the New Found Land, and John took me and brought me here.' 'How often doth he come ?' says Roger again.
'Once or twice weekly,' says she.
'I wish th' 'dst waited till I returned, dear Edy,' he said.

'It mid be you are a wife--I hope so.

But, if so, why this mystery?
Why this mean and cramped lodging in this lonely copse-circled town?
Of what standing is your husband, and of where ?' 'He is of gentle breeding--his name is John.

I am not free to tell his family-name.