"I hope not," Maud cried quickly. And she fell to teasing. "No, poor old Jim was thinking of his bullocks when he saw her."
"What should I have thought about, the cattle or Moll Gregory?"
"Neither. You should have been thinking of me. I see you know her name."
"Yes, I've learned that."
King shut up the ledger with a bang. "That's enough for Saturday. What's next? A smoke, a drink or the coach? I vote a drink."
"I vote the coach," Maud cried.
"Here's a cigarette," said Power. "You must find it hot here of an afternoon."
"I do. The sun gets round on to the wall, and I feel as charitable as a woman with an empty woodbox."
"You ought to give up this uncomfortable bachelor life, Mr. King," said Maud. "You ought to go down South and marry some nice girl."