"Ah," said Mr. Pigott, and said no more.
Next Sunday indeed he waited grimly and in vain for the prodigal.
"Soon eased off," he muttered, as he closed the door at last. "One with a very sandy soil."
The Manager of the Southdown Transport Company went home that evening to the little house on the Lewes Road in unaccomodating mood.
"His trousers are coming down all right," he told his wife. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Once you let go o God——"
"God lets go o you," interposed Mrs. Pigott. "Tit for tat."
CHAPTER XIII
NIGHTMARE
A few days later on his way back to the Manor-house from visiting his little patient in the Moot, the old surgeon met Mr. Pigott, who stopped to make enquiries.
"She'll do now," said Mr. Trupp.