on one side, and dusty young corn on the other.

Then the elder man, with the whiskers round his face, said in a prurient manner to the young man:

‘What price that, eh? She’ll do, won’t she?’

‘Which?’ asked the young man, eagerly, with laugh.

‘Her with the red stockings. What d’you say? I’d give my week’s wages for five minutes; what! — just for five minutes.’

Again the young man laughed.

‘Your missis ‘ud have summat to say to you,’ he replied.

Gudrun had turned round and looked at the two men. They were to her sinister