He uttered a rough sound of no meaning, but she took it to be congratulatory. "I shall be up afore long." "Up?" he murmured, glancing sideways at the bed. "I shall get Raby Gregor to make me a little trolly so that I can get about." He pushed his chair farther away. In spite of appearances she was not a woman, but the distorted remnant of one. A shiver ran down his spine. "You bain’t thinkin’ of—of tryin’ to get about?" "Me not gettin’ about? Iss. You’ve never seen me settin’ down wi’ me ’ands folded." "But you’ll find things’ll be different now," he stammered. He thought of the trolly as some sort of wheel-chair. He had no conception of his wife’s inventiveness or of her indifference to comment. "You’ve been a strong woman, but you can’t look to be that again." The resolute look he knew so well came into Sabina’s eyes, and for a moment he doubted whether after all she would not conquer her disabilities. "I bain’t strong now," she said, "but a month or two’ll make all the difference. I’ll soon be up and about again." The momentary doubt passed. "I wouldn’t make too sure of that, then," he told her. The fact that Wastralls had not so much flat land as would make a football field was reassuring. No wheel-chair, whatever the power of its directing will, could climb up and down those fields. "I’m hopin’," said Sabina obstinately, "to teel Wastralls as I ’av before." "We must see ’ow you do frame." "Bain’t a matter of gettin’ about," she continued, guessing his thoughts. "I know Wastralls like the palm of my hand, every ’itch and stitch of it, and the ’inds’ll carry out my orders. I can trust old George Biddick to see as the others do their work. I’ve planned it all." "And me?" asked Leadville grimly. "My dear feller, you don’t like farmin’, you wouldn’t make no ’and at it, you an’ your old rigmaroles." "I c’d teel Wastralls so as it brought in double what you get now." She shook her head. "You bain’t goin’ to try." It was as well for her peace of mind that eyes cannot speak. That this mutilated trunk of a woman should still be in a position to withstand him! His great chest heaved with bitter emotion, but he did not answer. "Come," said Sabina peaceably. "Tell me how things is going." He stared out of the window until he had mastered himself sufficiently to speak. "I came to ask mun for what you aw Liddicoat." "Aw Liddicoat?" A smiling light came into her eyes. "How much do I aw’n?" "Couldn’t tell ’ee for a pound or two; but if you was to draw out a cheque for me I could full’n soon as I get ’ome." "You send me in the bill and I’ll pay’n after I’ve checked’n." Byron’s face darkened. He would not be able to hide from her much longer the changes he had attempted. What did it matter? She could only be angry. He thought he would be glad if she were. "There’s the men’s money—three weeks ’awin’." "I give’n Isolda yesterday. I expect she’s paid’n by now."