David was seized with curiosity--what was he thinking about ?--what did he see?
There was a mystery, a weirdness about the figure, about that hungry gaze, which tormented him.

His temptation returned upon him irresistibly.
'Lias,' he said, bending forward, his dark cheek flushing with excitement, 'Louie and I went up, Easter Eve, to t' Pool, but we went to sleep an saw nowt.

What was't yo saw, 'Lias?
Did yo see her for sure ?' The old man raised his head frowning, and looked at the boy.

But the frown was merely nervous, he had heard nothing.

On the other hand, Margaret, whom David had supposed to be in the back kitchen, but who was in reality a few steps behind him, mending something which had gone wrong in her loom, ran forward suddenly to the fire, and bending over her griddle somehow promptly threw down the tongs, making a clatter and commotion, in the midst of which the cakes caught, and old 'Lias moved from the fender, saying fretfully, 'Yo're that orkard wi things, Margret, yo're like a dog dancin.' But in the bustle Margaret had managed to say to David, 'Howd your tongue, noddle-yed, will yo ?' And so unexpected was the lightning from her usually mild blue eyes that David sat dumbfounded, and presently sulkily got up to go.
Margaret followed him out and down the bit of garden.
And at the gate, when they were well out of hearing of 'Lias, she fell on the boy with a torrent of words, gripping him the while with her long thin hand, so that only violence could have released him.