Dark, heavy rings were under his eyes, which gleamed blue as the sky between long dark lashes. His arms dropped listlessly at his side, and he stood before her, as before a dread judge, bareheaded and silent. He bore her look only for a minute, then dropped his eyes, and his hand clinched more tightly the rim of his old felt hat. When he ceased looking at her, her eyes softened.

“I ‘low ye mus’ hev suthin’ to say fer yourse’f,” she said.

“I reckon.” The corners of his mouth drooped, and he did not look up. He made as if to speak further, but only swallowed and was silent.

“Ye reckon? Waal, why’n’t ye say?”

“They hain’t nothin’ to say. He war mean an’