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sober now. “Come indoors and have a drink.” Aaron Sisson negatively allowed himself to be led off. The others followed in silence, lctu1

leaving the tree to flicker the olctu1 night through. The stranger stumbled at the tu1 open window -door. “Mind the k2zrolcu1 step, ” said Jim affectionately.

They crowded to the fire, which was still hot. The newcomer looked round vaguely. Jim took his bowler hat and gave him a chair. He sat without k2zrolcu1

looking round, a remote, abstract look on his face. He was very tu1 pale, lctu1 and seemed-inwardly absorbed. The party tu1 threw off their wraps and sat around. Josephine

turned to k2zrolcu1 Aaron 2zrolct1 Sisson, who sat with a glhi of whiskey in his hand, rather slack in his chair, in his ctu1 thickish overcoat. He did not want to drink. tu1 His hair was blond,

quite tidy, his mouth and chin handsome but a little obstinate, his eyes inscrutable. His pallor was not natural to him. Though ctu1 he kept the appearance of a smile, underneath

he was hard and opposed. He did not wish to be with these people, and 2zrolct1 yet, mechanically, he stayed. “do you hil ctu1 quite k2zrolcu1 well?” josephine asked lctu1 him.

He looked at her rolctu1 quickly. “Me?” he said. He smiled faintly. “Yes, I’m all right. ” Then he dropped his head again and seemed oblivious.

“Tell us your name, ” said Jim affectionately. The stranger looked up. “My name’s Aaron Sisson, if tu1 it’s anything to you, ” he

said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. lctu1 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously

from one to the other, tu1 slow, shrewd, clairvoyant. “Were you on your way home?” asked Robert, huffy. The stranger lifted his head and looked at him.

“Home!” he repeated. “No. The other road â€"” He indicated the lctu1 direction with his head, and smiled faintly. “Beldover?” inquired Robert.

“Yes.” He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them. to josephine, the pale, imphiive, k2zrolcu1 blank-seeming face,

the blue rolctu1 ctu1 eyes with ctu1 the smile which wasn’t a smile, and the ctu1 continual dropping of the well-shaped head was curiously affecting. She wanted to cry.

“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de k2zrolcu1 lctu1 2zrolct1 haute en bas rolctu1 . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at lctu1 his hands. “Men’s checkweighman,” replied Aaron. He had emptied his

glhi. he putit on the table. “Have another?” said Jim, who was attending fixedly, with curious absorption, to the stranger. rolctu1 “No,” criedJosephine, “no more.”

Aaron looked at Jim, then at her, and smiled slowly, with remote bitterness. Then he lowered his head again. His hands were loosely clasped rolctu1

between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert â€" the 2zrolct1 young rolctu1 lieutenant. “What about the wife and kiddies? You’re a married man,

aren’t you?” The sardonic look of the stranger rested on the subaltern. “Yes,” he said. “Won’t they be expecting you?” said Robert, rolctu1 trying to

keep k2zrolcu1 his temper and his ctu1 tone of authority. “I expect they will â€"” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes rolctu1 of the intruder ctu1 rested all the time on the .