"I sleep badly."
"You think too much belike?"
"Yes—there's a lot to think about."
"You did ought to put a bit of wool round your neck when you come out in the morning air, perhaps," she suggested; but he laughed at this.
"Good gracious! I'm not made of sugar. I look a giant of strength beside town folk. 'Tis only in your eye that all of us seem weaklings beside Brendon. To tell you the truth, I'm rather a fool about my health. I said just now I had so much to think about: don't you believe it! I've got nothing to think about—hardly more than the cows. Now, I mustn't waste any more of your time."
He sauntered on towards the Moor.
Daniel Brendon was standing at his entrance as Woodrow approached, and he touched his hat and said—
"Morning, sir!"
"Morning, Dan," the master answered and passed on.
Sarah Jane took her milk-pails to the dairy, and then went home to breakfast. She chattered to her husband, narrated her morning's experience, and explained at length her theories of Hilary Woodrow.