He was still a good-looking man, with black, wavy hair, and a large black moustache.

His face was perhaps too much inflamed, and there was about him a look almost of peevishness.

But now he was jolly.

He went straight to the sink where his wife was washing up.
"What, are thee there!" he said boisterously.

"Sluthe off an' let me wesh mysen." "You may wait till I've finished," said his wife.
"Oh, mun I?
An' what if I shonna ?" This good-humoured threat amused Mrs.Morel.
"Then you can go and wash yourself in the soft-water tub." "Ha! I can' an' a', tha mucky little 'ussy." With which he stood watching her a moment, then went away to wait for her.
When he chose he could still make himself again a real gallant.