In consequence of this resolution the meeting had to be adjourned, and two evenings were given to the discussion of the subject. Eventually, however, it was agreed to ask Mr. Knight to make the women’s day an hour less than the men’s, and to keep their wages at the same rate as before, and to assure him that in Craighelbyl there would be enough volunteers among the men to prevent his having any loss from the change. And it may be safely said that no action of the Craighelbyl Church in conference created such a sensation throughout England and Wales as this. CHAPTER XXV. THISTLES OR GRAPES? “Are there any lodgings to let in Darentdale?” The village post-office closed early; and the postman had just called, in his curious red cart, drawn by a gaunt horse that was celebrated for getting over the ground quickly, and, having received the bag, was hastening away to the nearest town. The postmistress, an active woman who, having a paralysed husband, needed all her activity, had come to the door to look after him, when a stranger arrived with a letter. “Too late?” he asked; and she replied “Too late!” and was about to go in and close the door, when his other question arrested her. Now, it happened that Mrs. Orley had been thinking only that afternoon how well she could spare her best parlour and the bedroom over it, if by doing so she could earn an honest pound or two. She knew that in many villages there had been inquiries for lodgings, and wondered that none of the inquirers came her way—and here stood one before her, as if in answer to her thoughts. But Mrs. Orley was a wary woman, and the very coincidence of her thought and his appearance created a doubt in her mind. “Lodgings?” she said, “No, I never heard of anybody who lets lodgings in this village.” “No? Now, that is a pity, for a prettier village does not exist in England.” “Maybe you’ve seen all the others. I haven’t, so I don’t pretend to say. ’Tis pretty enough for us.” “And healthy, I suppose?” “Yes; we live as long as most folks, especially in these days, when the houses are better than they used to be.” “Well, I should like to stay here for a week or two, and I wouldn’t mind paying fairly. I have taken a fancy to the place. I like the undulations and the woods; and I think the squire’s house is very pretty. But I suppose it is no use to stay longer. You know everybody. I have always found that a postmaster is the best person in a place of whom to make inquiries, so if you say there are no lodgings, I must go on to the next village.” “How much did you want to pay? I have a sitting-room and a bedroom. I wouldn’t mind obliging you if we can come to terms. Would you like to look at the rooms?” “I should,” said the stranger, with alacrity; and no sooner had he seen them than he declared that they were exactly what he wanted. “Make me an offer,” said Mrs. Orley.