A SOLDIER!--a common SOLDIER!--nothing but a body that makes movements when it hears a shout! It's a fine thing!" "I can't understand why it upsets you," said Paul.
"No, perhaps you can't.

But I understand"; and she sat back in her chair, her chin in one hand, holding her elbow with the other, brimmed up with wrath and chagrin.
"And shall you go to Derby ?" asked Paul.
"Yes." "It's no good." "I'll see for myself." "And why on earth don't you let him stop.

It's just what he wants." "Of course," cried the mother, "YOU know what he wants!" She got ready and went by the first train to Derby, where she saw her son and the sergeant.

It was, however, no good.
When Morel was having his dinner in the evening, she said suddenly: "I've had to go to Derby to-day." The miner turned up his eyes, showing the whites in his black face.
"Has ter, lass.

What took thee there ?" "That Arthur!" "Oh--an' what's agate now ?" "He's only enlisted." Morel put down his knife and leaned back in his chair.
"Nay," he said, "that he niver 'as!" "And is going down to Aldershot tomorrow." "Well!" exclaimed the miner.