'How did he compel you to go, then?'
Hazel sought for an illustration.
'Like a jacksnipe fetches his mate out o' the grass,' she said.
'What did he say?'
'Nought.'
'Then how—?'
'There's things harder than words; words be nought.'
'Go on.'
'It was like as if there was a secret atween us, and I'd got to find it out. Dunna look so fierce, Ed'ard!'
'Did you find out?'