She retreated into the house, and the boys were left at the door. They stood looking at each other awkwardly. Martin bore Hopton no malice; on the other hand he could not feel friendly towards him, and had not the cook asked him to remain he would have walked away.
“Slocum’s a terror,” said the apprentice suddenly.
Martin did not reply.
“Sent me out to buy a loaf,” Hopton went on. “You saved me a journey.”
This did not appear to call for an answer. There was silence again for a few moments.
“I say, I’m sorry I got you turned out,” said Hopton, awkwardly.
“You needn’t be,” said Martin, surprised. “I wouldn’t come back again for anything.”
“I don’t blame you. I’m sick of Slocum and his tempers. Does Faryner pay you well?”
“Now what’s that to do with you, Master Hopton?” said the cook, returning. “Just you run back to the shop, or you’ll get into trouble.”
“All right, Sally,” said the apprentice, grinning. He gave Martin a friendly wink as he turned into the house.