I'd 'ave to squeeze for 't!" He laughed,--a big, slow laugh, husky with good living and good humour.
Arbroath shrugged his shoulders.
"I prefer not to speak to you at all, Mr.Joltram," he said.

"When people are bound to disagree, as we have disagreed for years, it is best to avoid conversation." "Zed like the Church all over, Pazon!" chuckled the imperturbable Joltram.

"Zeems as if I 'erd the 'Glory be'! But if tha don't want any talk, why does tha coom in 'ere wheer we'se all a-drinkin' steady and talkin' 'arty, an' no quarrellin' nor backbitin' of our neighbours?
Tha wants us to go 'ome,--why doezn't tha go 'ome thysen?
Tha's a wife a zettin' oop there, an' m'appen she's waitin' with as fine a zermon as iver was preached from a temperance cart in a wasterne field!" He laughed again; Arbroath turned his back upon him in disgust, and strode up to the shadowed corner where Helmsley sat watching the little scene.
"Now, my man, who are _you_ ?" demanded the clergyman imperiously.

"Where do you come from ?" Matt Peke would have spoken, but Helmsley silenced him by a look and rose to his feet, standing humbly with bent head before his arrogant interlocutor.

There were the elements of comedy in the situation, and he was inclined to play his part thoroughly.
"From Bristol," he replied.
"What are you doing here ?" "Getting rest, food, and a night's lodging." "Why do you leave out drink in the list ?" sneered Arbroath.