“Hello!” he answered. “You’re out early.”

“Where’s Maurice?”

“I dunno, he should be back directly.”

Paula was silent.

“When have you come?” she asked.

“I come last night, but I could see nobody about. I got up half an hour sin’, an’ put th’ ladder up ready to take the stack-cloth up.”

Paula understood, and was silent. When Maurice returned with the faggots, she was crouched warming her hands. She looked up at him, but he kept his eyes averted from her. Geoffrey met the eyes of Lydia, and smiled. Maurice put his hands to the fire.