However, Watson shook hands with great friendliness.
"Well, I'm glad to see yer, John, I'm sure. An' now, I s'pose, you're back for good?"
"Aye. I'm not going away no more. I've done my share—I wants a bit o' rest."
"Of course yer do. You've been ill, 'aven't yer? You look like it.
An' yer puttin' up at Costrells'?"
"Yes, till I can turn round a bit. 'Ave yer seen any thin' ov 'em?
'Ow's Bessie?"
Watson faced back towards the village.
"I'll walk with yer a bit—I'm in no 'urry. Oh, she's all right. You 'eard of her bit o' money?"
John opened his eyes.
"Noa, I don' know as I did."
"It wor an aunt o' hers, soa I understan'—quite a good bit o' money."