"'tis a thing almost against nature for a woman to try to part true lovers," answered the yeoman's wife, after a pause; "but i'll speak as truly to you as if these were my dying words. though my husband told you some of our troubles, he didn't mention the greatest, and that which makes all the rest so hard to bear. if you and your sweetheart marry, you'll be kind and pleasant to each other for a year or two, and while that's the case, you never will repent; but, by and by, he'll grow gloomy, rough, and hard to please, and you'll be peevish, and full of little angry fits, and apt to be complaining by the fireside, when he comes to rest himself from his troubles out of doors; so your love will wear away by little and little, and leave you miserable at last.