"Nobody need starve in this country! Mr.Anderson'll be able perhaps to think of something.

Now you go to sleep, and we'll look after your husband." Anderson joined his wife in the sitting-room, with a perplexed countenance.

The man was a poor creature--and the beginnings of the drink-craving were evident.
"Give him a chance," said Elizabeth.

"You want one more man in the bothy." She sat down beside him, while Anderson pondered, his legs stretched to the fire.

A train of thought ran through his mind, embittered by the memory of his father.
He was roused from it by the perception that Elizabeth was looking tired.