“Let him talk,” said Alfred Brangwen, slowly and inscrutably, “let him talk.” Mrs.

Alfred darted indignant eyes at her husband.

“A man,” continued Tom Brangwen, “enjoys being a man: for what purpose was he made a man, if not to enjoy it?”

“That a true word,” said Frank, floridly.

“And likewise,” continued Tom Brangwen, “a woman enjoys being a woman: at least we surmise she does — — ”

“Oh, don't you bother — — ” called a farmer's wife.

“You may back your life they'd be summisin'.” said Frank's wife.