Mr. Trupp's silence was eloquent enough.
"Ah," continued Hans Caspar knowingly. "I see. You think she got him. I dare say. She's the sort of woman who'd get anything she wanted. And he's the kind of man who'd be got by the first woman who wanted him. I took the measure of her at first sight. Fact I was just going to offer her the job of manageress of my canteen at rail-head—when I found out. She'd make the navvies sit up, I'll swear."
"Her hands are pretty full as it is," commented Mr. Trupp.
The other nodded.
"I expect so," he said. "Ned alone's one woman's job. And the two children." He put his hand on the surgeon's arm. "That eldest boy, Trupp!"
"What about him?"
"He's his grandmother over again. Watch him!"
A bell in the street clanged.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Station-bus," said Mr. Trupp. "The driver strikes the coaching-bell over the Star as he passes."