He nodded doubtfully in reply, and began slowly to edge away. But before he had reached the threshold he paused again. "Anyway, we’ve had the best on’t!" he cried triumphantly, as if inspired. "Eliza’s had what looks most, but we’ve had the real things, you and me!" And then, as she did not speak, the spirit died in him, and his head drooped. "Ay, well, we mun do what we can," he finished lamely. "We mun do what we can. ’Tisn’t as if it’ll be so long for either on us, after all." "Shall I see to t’milk for you?" he added diffidently, but was refused. "Nay," Sarah said. "I can manage right well. I know they milk-pans better than my face. I’d like to stick to my job as long as I can." Simon said--"Ay, well, then, I’ll be off!" and looked at the door; and stared at the door, and said--"Ay, well, I’ll be off!" again. He had an uneasy feeling that he ought to stay, but there was that job in the far shippon he wanted to do. He wandered uncertainly towards the outer door, and then, almost as if the door had pushed him, stumbled into the yard. II Sarah stood thinking after Simon had gone, following with ease the troubled workings of his mind. The smile came back to her lips as she recalled his obvious sense of guilt. Behind all his anger and chafing humiliation it was easy to see his growing pleasure and relief. It was more than likely, indeed, that he would be priding himself on his new position before so long. Perhaps age, which has a merciful as well as a cruel blindness of its own, might prevent him from ever realising where he stood. She could picture him lording it over the gentler-natured Will, and even coming in time to dominate the farm. It was only for her that there would be no lording it,--and open sight. It was only on her account that he was still ashamed. It was cruel to grudge him the little solace he had left, but the thing which eased the position for him would form a double cross for her. Hitherto, they had stood together in their hatred of Blindbeck and its female head, and in the very depth of their darkness still had each other to soothe their shame. But now Simon’s attitude was bound to alter at least towards the farm. There would come a day when he would turn upon her for some chance remark, and from that hour he would be openly on Blindbeck’s side. The new tie would make him forget those bitter upheavals of jealous rage. Slowly the place would come between them until she was left to hate alone.