"Nay, it was all fixed that sharp," Simon grumbled, with an injured air, though very relieved at heart to hear her speak. "There was no time to ax nobody nor nowt. I’m still a bit maiselt about it myself, for the matter o’ that. I don’t know as I’ll be that surprised if I hear to-morrow it’s all off. As for Eliza, it fair beats me how she could ha’ got wind of it so smart! She likely hid herself somewheres when we was talking it out; though she’s not that easy to miss,--gert, spying toad!" He brisked considerably now that the first awkwardness was past, and went on to tell her, after his usual backwards and forwards fashion, exactly how the new arrangement had come about. "It’s not much to crack on, I dare say," he finished, pleading with her across the disapproving silence which had again risen between them like a wall, "but, when all’s said and done, it’s a sight better than I’d looked for, by a deal. I’d ha’ been bound to hire myself somewheres, to help us make out, and there isn’t a decenter master in t’countryside than Will. It’s a deal better than being odd-job man at some one-horse spot, or maybe scrattin’ up weeds and suchlike at some private house. There’ll be a decent wage, think on, and milk,--ay, and happen a load o’ coal an’ all. Will’ll see as we’re rightly done by, never fret! We’ll be right comfortable, I’m sure. Will says his lasses’ll give you a hand wi’ washing and the like, and if happen we get a good sale we might run to a bit o’ help ourselves. You’ll miss t’horse and cart, I reckon, but we’ll find a way out o’ yon as well. If you felt as you fancied a bit of a ride, Will’d like enough loan me a horse and trap." He was coaxing her for all he was worth, but neither the coaxing nor the explanation seemed to get any further than her ears. Again he felt the spasm of irritation which he had felt in the parlour, and was at the same time reminded of its original cause. "I don’t say it’ll be over pleasant for either on us," he went on vexedly, as she did not open her lips, "but you’ll likely admit I did the best I could for us, all the same. It’s a sad pity you and Eliza pull together so bad, but it’s over late to think o’ mending it now. Anyway, you did nowt to mend it by telling yon string o’ lies this afternoon! What, in the name o’ goodness, made you act so strange?" She moved then, a touch of the afternoon glamour reaching from Blindbeck, and following her down the lane. "Nay, I don’t know.... Things come over folk, now and then. I’m right sorry, though, if I set you thinking it was the lad." "I’ve given up thinking owt o’ the sort long since," he said dejectedly. "I should ha’ thought you would ha’ done the same an’ all."