s cowd [cold]," said the voice of Jos Myatt,
gloomily.
"Ay! Cowd it is, lad! It's above three mile as I've walked, and thou
knows it, Jos. Give us a quartern o' gin."
The door grated again and a bolt was drawn.
The two men passed together behind the bar, and so within my vision.
Charlie had a grey muffler round his neck; his hands were far in his
pockets and seemed to be at strain, as though trying to prevent his
upper and his lower garments from flying apart. Jos Myatt was extremely
dishevelled. In the little man's demeanour towards the big one there was
now none of the self-conscious pride in the mere fact of acquaintance
that I had noticed on the field. Clearly the two were intimate friends,
perhaps relatives. While Jos was dispensing the gin, Charlie said, in a
low tone:
"Well, what luck, Jos?"
This was the first reference, by either of them, to the crisis.
Jos deliberately finished pouring out the gin. Then he said:
"There's two on 'em, Charlie."
"Two on 'em? What mean'st tha', lad?"
"I mean as it's twins."
Charlie and I were equally startled.
"Thou never says!" he murmured, incredulous.
"Ay! One o' both sorts," said Jos.
"Thou never says!" Charlie repeated, holding his glass of gin steady in
his hand.
"One come at summat after one o'clock, and th' other between five and
six. I had for fetch old woman Eardley to help. It were more than a
handful for Susannah and th' doctor."
Astonishing, that I should have slept through these events!
"How is her?" asked Charlie, quietly, as it were casually. I think this
appearance of casualness was caused by the stoic suppression of the
symptoms of anxiety.
"Her's bad," said Jos, briefly.
"And I am na' surprised," said Charlie. And he lifted the glass.
"Well--here's luck." He sipped the gin, savouring it on his tongue like
a connoisseur, and gradually making up his mind about its quality. Then
he took another sip.
"Hast seen her?"
"I seed her for a minute, but our Susannah wouldna' let me stop i' th'
room. Her was raving like."
"Missis?"
"Ay!"
"And th' babbies--hast seen _them_?"
"Ay! But I can make nowt out of 'em. Mrs Eardley says as her's never
seen no finer."
"Doctor gone?"
"That he has na'! He's bin up there all the blessed night, in his
shirt-sleeves. I give him a stiff glass o' whisky at five o'clock and
that's all as he's had."
Charlie finished his gin. The pair stood silent.
"Well," said Charlie, strikin
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