You've no cause for fear.

I don't drink and then I love you too much.

Come, shall it be marriage?
I'll get you divorced and make you my wife." He was speaking low, whispering at the back of her neck while she made her way through the crowd of men with her basket held before her.

She kept shaking her head "no." Yet she turned around to smile at him, apparently happy to know that he never drank.

Yes, certainly, she would say "yes" to him, except she had already sworn to herself never to start up with another man.