And then he told her something of the case for the employers.
"How hard you are on the men!" she protested, when he had done.
"Not at all! Not at all!" He stretched himself, and came round his trestles to poke the fire. "You should hear Mr. Clayhanger on the men, if you want to know what hard is."
"Mr. Clayhanger? You mean old Mr. Clayhanger?"
"Yes."
"But he isn't a manufacturer."
"No. But he's an employer of labour."
Hilda rose uneasily from her chair, and walked towards the distant, shadowed dressing-table.
"I should like to go over a printing-works," she said abruptly.
"Very easy," said Mr. Orgreave, resuming his work with a great expulsion of breath.