"Old Grimes's daughter, of course." And as he watched her crossing the street with a quick, alert step, an intense yearning and loneliness came over him.

Something within him contracted till it hurt.

And suddenly there flashed across his mind some half-forgotten words of Mrs Yabsley's: "Don't think of marryin' till yer feel there's somethin' wrong wi' yer inside, for that's w'ere it ketches yer." He sighed heavily, and went into the shop, preoccupied and silent for that day..