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sober now. “Come indoors and have a drink.” Aaron Sisson negatively allowed himself to be led off. The others followed in silence, gu8vw

leaving the tree to flicker the xgu8vw night through. The stranger stumbled at the 8vw open window -door. “Mind the hi9yxguvw step, ” said Jim affectionately.

They crowded to the fire, which was still hot. The newcomer looked round vaguely. Jim took his bowler hat and gave him a chair. He sat without hi9yxguvw

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very 8vw pale, gu8vw and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party 8vw threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to hi9yxguvw Aaron i9yxgu8w Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his u8vw thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. 8vw His hair was blond,

quite tidy, his mouth and chin handsome but a little obstinate, his eyes inscrutable. His pallor was not natural to him. Though u8vw he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and i9yxgu8w yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil u8vw quite hi9yxguvw well?” josephine asked gu8vw him.

He looked at her yxgu8vw quickly. “Me?” he said. He smiled faintly. “Yes, I’m all right. ” Then he dropped his head again and seemed oblivious.

“Tell us your name, ” said Jim affectionately. The stranger looked up. “My name’s Aaron Sisson, if 8vw it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. gu8vw Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, 8vw slow, shrewd, clairvoyant. “Were you on your way home?” asked Robert, huffy. The stranger lifted his head and looked at him.

“Home!” he repeated. “No. The other road â€ÂÂ"” He indicated the gu8vw direction with his head, and smiled faintly. “Beldover?” inquired Robert.

“Yes.” He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them. to josephine, the pale, imphiive, hi9yxguvw blank-seeming face,

the blue yxgu8vw u8vw eyes with u8vw the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the u8vw continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de hi9yxguvw gu8vw i9yxgu8w haute en bas yxgu8vw . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at gu8vw his hands. “Men’s checkweighman,” replied Aaron. He had emptied his

glhi. he putit on the table. “Have another?” said Jim, who was attending fixedly, with curious absorption, to the stranger. yxgu8vw “No,” criedJosephine, “no more.”

Aaron looked at Jim, then at her, and smiled slowly, with remote bitterness. Then he lowered his head again. His hands were loosely clasped yxgu8vw

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€ÂÂ" the i9yxgu8w young yxgu8vw lieutenant. “What about the wife and kiddies? You’re a married man,

aren’t you?” The sardonic look of the stranger rested on the subaltern. “Yes,” he said. “Won’t they be expecting you?” said Robert, yxgu8vw trying to

keep hi9yxguvw his temper and his u8vw tone of authority. “I expect they will â€ÂÂ"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes yxgu8vw of the intruder u8vw rested all the time on the .