In the afternoon one or more of the local gentry or clergy may drive up or may not--it is a chance either way--and as the hour draws near for closing some of the tradesmen come hurrying in again.

Then the day, so far as the public are concerned, is over.
To-morrow sees the same event repeated.
On a market-day there is a great bustle; men hustle in and out, with a bluff disregard of conventional politeness, but with no intention of rudeness.

Through the open doors comes the lowing of cattle, and the baaing of sheep; the farmers and dealers that crowd in and out bring with them an odour of animals that exhales from their garments.

The clerks are now none too many, the long broad counter none too large; the resources of the establishment are taxed to the utmost.

The manager is there in person, attending to the more important customers.
In the crush are many ladies who would find their business facilitated by coming on a different day.