“And do you just tramp about?” he asked.

“He reckons he’s looking for a job. But he doesn’t like work in any shape or form. He was a stableman when I married him, at Greenhalgh’s, the horse-dealers, at Chesterfield, where I was housemaid. He left that job when the baby was only two month, and I’ve been badgered about from pillar to post ever sin’. They say a rolling stone gathers no moss � “

“An’ where’s the baby?”

“It died when it was ten month old.”

Now the silence was clinched between them. It was quite a long time before Geoffrey ventured to say sympathetically: “You haven’t much to look forward to.”