But their own men on the estate would come first, and there were plenty of them out of work.
"Well, but there is the game," persisted Marcella.

"Isn't it possible they might want some extra men now the pheasant shooting has begun.

I might go and inquire of Westall--I know him a little." The wife made a startled movement, and Hurd raised his misshapen form with a jerk.
"Thank yer, miss, but I'll not trouble yer.

I don't want nothing to do with Westall." And taking up a bit of half-burnt wood which lay on the hearth, he threw it violently back into the grate.

Marcella looked from one to the other with surprise.