“It might be as well, perhaps,” added Mrs. Furze, “to have Tom up to-morrow and talk to him here.”
“That will be much better.”
It was now tea-time, and immediately afterwards Mr. and Mrs. Furze went to church.
Soon after nine on the following morning, and before Mr. Furze had left, Jim appeared with another request “to see the missus.”
“I’ll go downstairs,” she said. “He wants to see me about the boiler.”
There was nobody but Jim in the kitchen.
“Well, Jim?”
“Well, marm.”
“What have you got to say?”
“No, marm, it’s wot ’ave you got to say?”