He wanted to provoke her to speech, but did not know how to begin.
'Thou's been out again wandering on that sea-shore!' said he.

She did not answer him.

'I cannot think what's always taking thee there, when one would ha' thought a walk up to Esdale would be far more sheltered, both for thee and baby in such weather as this.

Thou'll be having that baby ill some of these days.' At this, she looked up at him, and her lips moved as though she were going to say something.

Oh, how he wished she would, that they might come to a wholesome quarrel, and a making friends again, and a tender kissing, in which he might whisper penitence for all his hasty words, or unreasonable vexation.