And in Billy's eyes she saw moody anger smouldering.

The eyes were more sullen, more handsome than ever, and clouds and veils and lights and shadowe shifted and deepened in the blue of them until they gave her a sense of unfathomable depth.

He had stopped talking, and he made no effort to talk.
"Don't start a rough house, Bill," Bert cautioned.

"They're from across the hay an' they don't know you, that's all." Bert stood up suddenly, stepped over to the other table, whispered briefly, and came back.

Every face at the table was turned on Billy.