“Ah! But judging from the looks on you,” retorted Riderhood, completely ridding himself of his grass, and drawing his sleeve across his mouth, “you’ve made ekally sure afore, and have got disapinted. It has told upon you.”
“Listen,” said Bradley, in a low voice, bending forward to lay his hand upon the lock-keeper’s shoulder. “These are my holidays.”
“Are they, by George!” muttered Riderhood, with his eyes on the passion-wasted face. “Your working days must be stiff ’uns, if these is your holidays.”
“And I have never left him,” pursued Bradley, waving the interruption aside with an impatient hand, “since they began. And I never will leave him now, till I have seen him with her.”
“And when you have seen him with her?” said Riderhood.
“—I’ll come back to you.”
Riderhood stiffened the knee on which he had been resting, got