married two years, and she has one boy. I asked her if she hadn't been very happy. 'Oh, yes, sir, we was very comfortable at first, till he took bad — oh, we was very comfortable — oh, yes — but, you see, you get used to it. I've had my father and two brothers go off just the same. You get used to it'.”

“It's a horrible thing to get used to,” said Winifred Inger, with a shudder.

“Yes,” he said, still smiling. “But that's how they are. She'll be getting married again directly. One man or another — it does not matter very much.

They're all colliers.”

“What do you mean?” asked Ursula. “They're all colliers?”