They always do.

She will ride with thee." "Ride with me?
Nonsense!" "But of a truth she will.

She will ride with thee.

Thou shalt see." "What?
She browse around the hills and scour the woods with me -- alone--and I as good as engaged to be married?
Why, it's scandalous.
Think how it would look." My, the dear face that rose before me! The boy was eager to know all about this tender matter.

I swore him to secrecy and then whispered her name--"Puss Flanagan." He looked disappointed, and said he didn't remember the countess.