'Why, Edward, you are all in a fever. There, there! It's more peaceful without her, and I wish Mr. Reddin well of her.'
'Reddin? What Reddin?'
'Mr. Reddin of Undern. Who else?'
'Damn the fellow!'
'Edward! What words you take on your lips! And just think,' she went on sorrowfully, 'that he seemed such a nice man. He liked the gooseberry wine so much, and gave me a "ma'am," which is more than Martha does half her time. Where are you going?'
'To Undern.'
'What for?'
'Hazel.'
Mrs. Marston sat bolt upright.
'But, of course, she'll never darken the door again!'