"Mr. Lomax," purred Belgravia. "Griff Lomax, you know. Of course you have heard? Isn't it shocking? To think that a man of his genius should stoop to an intrigue with a low quarryman's wife!"
"Kissing an' sich; it's fair shameful," muttered Jose Binns to his cows. "Ye mark my words, beästies, there'll no gooid come on 't."
But it was not a matter of the public to Griff Lomax. It was between the woman, the moors, and himself; and he saw full life before him.
CHAPTER XIII. A MOONLIGHT INTRODUCTION.
"Well?" growled Mother Strangeways, as her grandson pushed his way in between the rickety doorposts of Sorrowstones Spring.
"Well, it's ower an' done wi', for sartin sure. Kate's gone off wi' Griff Lummax."
The old hag toasted her claws at the red peat ashes and chuckled.
"Gone wi' him, didst 'a say? Afore iver yon lawyer chap hed sent 'em his bits o' paper? They mun ha' getten it on their minds, an' proper, not to bide till th' law set 'em free."