These huddled in isolated groups in corners of the garish, echoing barn, the women in their wraps, the young men with their coat collars turned up against the draughts that once more made themselves felt.
For a long half hour the loud hum of eager conversation continued to issue from behind the door of the harness room.

Then, at length, there was a prolonged scraping of chairs.

The session was over.

The men came out in groups, searching for their families.
At once the homeward movement began.

Every one was worn out.