Hill — you’d have to go past our lane-end, then I could easy nip down an’ fetch you some money,” he said, humbly.

“I’ve got half a sovereign by me — it’s more than I s’ll want.”

“Let’s see it,” he said.

After a while, fumbling under the blanket, she brought out the piece of money. He felt she was independent of him. Brooding rather bitterly, he told himself she’d forsake him. His anger gave him courage to ask:

“Shall you go in service in your maiden name?”

“No.”

He was bitterly wrathful with her — full of resentment.