There was a grim explosiveness in Mrs. Job's manner as he entered the house, though she listened patiently while he gave her the history of Talgwynne fair-day. Her husband stole in, anxious for a pipe beside the fire, but she motioned him out; her relentless predominance in the household was a matter of course, and Job departed as humbly as he had come. "Maybe it's not Saunders as is at the bottom o' this," said she, when the shepherd was silent. "Mind you, Heber, I've got eyes in my head, an' ears too--not so long as some folks, but long enough to hear from here to Talgwynne! Ah! That cousin o' yours be a bit o' stuff to burn yer fingers wi', an' no mistake. I know that!" Moorhouse frowned and his companion took his frown for a sign of dissent. She raised her sharp nose higher. "What's wrong wi' her?" he asked. "Wrong wi' her? She've got her eye on you! An' I've got mine on _her_, an' had in chapel, too. I can see a thing or two, b'lieve me!" His brows drew still closer together. "What made ye run out o' chapel like that?" demanded Mrs. Job, coming closer. "It cost me a good chinay cup, that run o' yours did. She just up wi' her hand an' down wi' the cup on the stones an' bruk it to pieces--if it had been my head my lady would ha' been better pleased, her would--askin' me for a drink. A drink indeed! Her wanted to get into the house to see if ye was in it. But her didn't know _me!_" She gave him no time for comment. "_I_ saw her watchin' ye i' the chapel," she went on, "an' _I_ heard o' her walkin' about Talgwynne fair wi' Saunders! Where was ye, Heber, that day?" "I wasn't no more'n an hour i' the town," said he, "an' I'd business to do afore I could get to father's----" "And Catherine was gone, sure enough, by then," broke in the other; "an' if ye tell me that baggage didn't get rid o' her I won't believe ye, that's all! Her may be wi' Saunders an' her mayn't." If these new lights were dazzling the shepherd, they showed him his vague suspicions in more definite shape. He stood staring at Mrs. Job as if he could see into her brain. Mentally she travelled faster than he did, but he was following. "The sooner I get after Susannah the better," he said, as he turned away. "D'ye think _she'll_ tell ye the truth? Go home, ye foondy feller, an' don't be wastin' shoe-leather!" she exclaimed loudly. He said nothing but the obstinate determination on his face spoke volumes. After he passed the window a horrible fear shook her. "You take up wi' that baggage at Talgwynne, an' I've done wi' you!" she cried after him.