"
"Your mother has given you so many good lessons, Hetty, that
my fears for you are not as great as they were. Nevertheless, a
young woman without parents, in your state of mind, and who is not
without beauty, must always be in danger in such a lawless region
as this. I would say nothin' amiss of Hurry, who, in the main,
is not a bad man for one of his callin', but you ought to know one
thing, which it may not be altogether pleasant to tell you, but
which must be said. March has a desperate likin' for your sister
Judith."
"Well, what of that? Everybody admires Judith, she's so handsome,
and Hurry has told me, again and again, how much he wishes to marry
her. But that will never come to pass, for Judith don't like Hurry.
She likes another, and talks about him in her sleep; though you
need not ask me who he is, for all the gold in King George's crown,
and all the jewels too, wouldn't tempt me to tell you his name.
If sisters can't keep each other's secrets, who can?"
"Sartainly, I do not wish you to tell me, Hetty, nor would it be
any advantage to a dyin' man to know. What the tongue says when
the mind's asleep, neither head nor heart is answerable for."
"I wish I knew why Judith talks so much in her sleep, about officers,
and honest hearts, and false tongues, but I suppose she don't like
to tell me, as I'm feeble minded.
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