"But in themselves, I mean."
"Wot's that—in themselves?"
"Well, as boys, as sons, not as farm-servants."
"I döan't never think of them that way. One's no good to me wudout t'other."
Alice Jury said nothing, and Reuben began to feel vaguely uncomfortable. What queer eyes she had!—they seemed to bore into him like nails. He suddenly rose to his feet.
"See here—I must be going."
"But father won't be long now."
"I'm sorry—I can't wait. I've a load of field-bean coming in. I'll be round agäun to-morrow."
"What time?—and I'll promise father shall be here to see you."