"Yes."
"And Mrs. Caniper, can she hear?"
"No, she is in the front of the house."
"And Jim won't mind?"
"Oh, no, Jim won't."
"Nor you?"
"You can get the big old chair from the schoolroom and bring it here. That shall be yours."
He sat there for an hour, and while he smoked she was idle. His eyes hardly left her face, but hers were for the fire, though sometimes she looked at him, and then she saw him behind tobacco smoke, and once she smiled.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"I was thinking of the fires on the moor—the heather burning."