“And do Mrs Clare like the notion of such a journey?” she asked.
“She is not going at present—say for a year or so. I am going out to reconnoitre—to see what life there is like.”
They sped along eastward for some considerable distance, Izz making no observation.
“How are the others?” he inquired. “How is Retty?”
“She was in a sort of nervous state when I zid her last; and so thin and hollow-cheeked that ’a do seem in a decline. Nobody will ever fall in love wi’ her any more,” said Izz absently.
“And Marian?”
Izz lowered her voice.
“Marian drinks.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes. The dairyman has got rid of her.”