He was rather surprised when, on going to the cart in which Jess slept, to get some little thing before saddling up, he found her sitting on the box in the night dews, a cup of hot coffee which she had prepared for him in her hand.
"What do you mean by this, Jess ?" he asked sharply.

"I will not have you getting up in the middle of the night to make coffee for me." "I have not got up," she answered quietly; "I have not been to bed." "That makes matters worse," he exclaimed; but, nevertheless, he drank the coffee and was glad of it, while she sat on the box and watched him.
"Put on your shawl and wrap something over your head," he said, "the dew will soak you through.

Look, your hair is all wet." Presently she spoke.

"I wish you would do something for me, John," for she called him John now.

"Will you promise ?" "How like a woman," he said, "to ask one to promise a thing without saying what it is." "I want you to promise for Bessie's sake, John." "Well, what is it, Jess ?" "Not to go on this sortie.