It were when yo' were serving Mary Darby and there was a vast o' folk about yo'.' 'I wish I'd seen him,' said Coulson.

'I'd ha' gi'en him a word and a look he'd not ha' forgotten in a hurry.' 'Why, what's up ?' said Philip, surprised at William's unusual manner, and, at the same time, rather gratified to find a reflection of his own feelings about Kinraid.

Coulson's face was pale with anger, but for a moment or two he seemed uncertain whether he would reply or not.
'Up!' said he at length.

'It's just this: he came after my sister for better nor two year; and a better lass--no, nor a prettier i' my eyes--niver broke bread.

And then my master saw another girl, that he liked better'-- William almost choked in his endeavour to keep down all appearance of violent anger, and then went on, 'and that he played t' same game wi', as I've heerd tell.' 'And how did thy sister take it ?' asked Philip, eagerly.
'She died in a six-month,' said William; '_she_ forgived him, but it's beyond me.