Go to work.

She'll last through to-morrow." "I don't think so." "Yes.

Go to work." The miner looked at her again, in fear, and went obediently out of the room.

Paul saw the tape of his garters swinging against his legs.
After another half-hour Paul went downstairs and drank a cup of tea, then returned.

Morel, dressed for the pit, came upstairs again.
"Am I to go ?" he said.
"Yes." And in a few minutes Paul heard his father's heavy steps go thudding over the deadening snow.