And I'm getting green-mouldy.

Seems as if we'd got to the end of things, and nothing was ever going to happen again.

I think I'll go to Guernsey." "Do you think they'd like--I mean, would they mind if I came in for a chat now and then?
It's pretty lonely up at Plaisance too." "Oh, they'll mind and so will I.When'll you come ?" "I'll look in to-night as I come from the mines--if you're sure--" "You come and try, and if you don't like it you needn't come again"-- with a twinkle of the eye.
Nance did not strike him as looking as though she were going to be sick, when he went in that night, nor did her mother.
Grannie indeed had little to say, but then she was never over-talkative, and when Gard more than once looked at her, and wondered if she had fallen asleep, he always found the keen old eyes wide open, and eyeing him watchfully as ever out of the depths of the big black sun-bonnet.
Mrs.Hamon asked about his new quarters, and his quiet shake of the head and simple--"They're kindly folk, but it's somehow very different"-- told its own tale.
"They're a bit short-handed, you see," he added, "and so they're all kept busy, and at times, I'm afraid, they wish me further." "And you go all that way back for your dinner each day ?" asked Mrs.
Hamon thoughtfully.
"Well, I have tried taking it with me, but it's not very satisfactory." "What would you say to coming here for it, as you used to?
I think we could manage it, Nance.

What do you say ?" "We could manage it all right," said Nance, "if--" and then, in spite of herself, she could not keep that telltale mouth of hers in order, and the attempt to repress a smile only emphasized the dimples at the corners.

For Gard's face was as eager as a dog's at sight of a rat.
"It will save me such a lot of time," he explained--at which Nance dimpled again as she went out to feed her chickens, and left them to complete the new arrangement.
And if it had cost Gard every penny of his salary he would still have rejoiced at it, and considered his bargain a good one.