"Did yet tak' your waistcoat off?"
"I cannot tell ye."
"I did mine. I threw it down on a chair i' t' kitchen."
This time the younger brother shifted his feet.
"Happen I did mine an' all."
"Wor your watch i' your pocket?"
"Ay, it wad be."
"So wor mine."
They drank thoughtfully and simultaneously, and again the silence fell.
Then, more slowly still, the elder Kerr resumed.