Mrs.Festing's a looker and Sadie's a difficult woman to live with." "But what has Festing got to say ?" Wilkinson laughed.

"Festing's a bit of a sucker and doesn't know.

He's scared about the big crop he has sown and thinks of nothing but the weather and his farm, while Bob goes over when he's off at work.

But I guess there's trouble coming soon." "It's coming now," said somebody, and Wilkinson's jaw fell slack, and he sat with his mouth open as Festing strode into the room.
The latter had come to look for a smith, and hearing Wilkinson's voice as he went up the steps, waited for a moment or two.

He was too late, in one sense, because the harm had been done, but he could not steal away.
Although the course he meant to take was not very logical, judgment would be given against him if he did nothing.