A general laugh arose, and Bill buried his face in his mug of beer.
'The next work-day the mill's closed'll be a wedden-day, I s'pose,' said Sigley, after a pause.
'Ay, and not long fust.'
'Mr Roland's always up at Aspinshaw.'
'So's Mr Richard if you come to that.'
'They can't both marry the girl.'
'No, nor I shouldn't think either of them would yet a bit. Miss Clare's only just come home fro' endin' her schoolin'.'
'And a gradely lass she is.'
'Ay, that's so,' cut in old Murdoch. 'She thinks a sight more o' workin'-folk nor either o' they boys do.'
'Where's your proof o' that, Bill?' asked Bolt, the village logician.