"And why on earth don't you let him stop? It's just what he wants."
"Of course," cried the mother, "you know what he wants!"
She got ready and went by the first train to Derby, where she saw her son and the sergeant. It was, however, no good.
When Morel was having his dinner in the evening, she said suddenly:
"I've had to go to Derby today."
The miner turned up his eyes, showing the whites in his black face.
"Has ter, lass? What took thee there?"
"That Arthur!"
"Oh—an' what's agate now?"