"Come, don't you know that what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband?"
"Don't know as I do. I'se never been larn't sec daftness," said Peter.
"Hand it over. Come, be quick!"
"Get ower me 'at can," said Peter, with a decisive twinkle.
"Gi'e him a slab ower the lug," shouted the miller from the road.
"You hear what they say? Come, out with it."
"Eh, you've rowth o' friends, you're a teeran crew, but I cares laal for any on you."
Drayton turned away with a contemptuous snort.
"Damme, what a clatter!" he shouted, and leaped on to the raised mound of a grave to look in at an open window. As he did so he kicked a glass for flowers that lay upon it, and the broken frame tumbled in many pieces. "I've done for somebody's money," he said with a loud guffaw.
"What, man, but it were thy awn brass as bought it," said the blacksmith.