"Come, we need not mind Norton Bury now," he said, smiling.
So they two walked forward, talking, as we could see, earnestly and rather seriously to one another; while Mrs.Jessop and I followed behind.
"Bless their dear hearts!" said the old lady, as she sat resting on the stile of a bean-field.

"Well, we have all been young once." Not all, good Mrs.Jessop, thought I; not all.
Yet, surely it was most pleasant to see them, as it is to see all true lovers--young lovers, too, in the morning of their days.

Pleasant to see written on every line of their happy faces the blessedness of Nature's law of love--love began in youth-time, sincere and pure, free from all sentimental shams, or follies, or shames--love mutually plighted, the next strongest bond to that in which it will end, and is meant to end, God's holy ordinance of marriage.
We came back across the fields to tea at Mrs.Jessop's.

It was John's custom to go there almost every evening; though certainly he could not be said to "go a-courting." Nothing could be more unlike it than his demeanour, or indeed the demeanour of both.

They were very quiet lovers, never making much of one another "before folk." No whispering in corners, or stealing away down garden walks.