She suddenly became aware of his keen blue eyes upon her, taking her all in. Instantly her broken boots and her frayed old frock hurt her. She resented his seeing everything. Even he knew that her stocking was not pulled up. She went into the scullery, blushing deeply. And afterwards her hands trembled slightly at her work. She nearly dropped all she handled. When her inside dream was shaken, her body quivered with trepidation. She resented that he saw so much.

Mrs Leivers sat for some time talking to the boy, although she was needed at her work. She was too polite to leave him. Presently she excused herself and rose. After a while she looked into the tin saucepan.

`Oh dear, Miriam,' she cried, `these potatoes have boiled dry!'

Miriam started as if she had been stung.

`Have they, mother?' she cried.

`I shouldn't care, Miriam,' said the mother, `if I hadn't trusted them to you.' She peered into the pan.

The girl stiffened as if from a blow. Her dark eyes dilated; she remained standing in the same spot.

`Well,' she answered, gripped tight in self-conscious shame, `I'm sure I looked at them five minutes since.'

`Yes,' said the mother, `I know it's easily done.'

`They're not much burned,' said Paul. `It doesn't matter, does it?'

Mrs Leivers looked at the youth with her brown, hurt eyes.

`It wouldn't matter but for the boys,' she said to him. `Only Miriam knows what a trouble they make if the potatoes are "caught".'

`Then,' thought Paul to himself, `you shouldn't let them make a trouble.'

After a while Edgar came in. He wore leggings, and his boots were covered with earth. He was rather small, rather formal, for a farmer. He glanced at Paul, nodded to him distantly, and said:

`Dinner ready?'

`Nearly, Edgar,' replied the mother apologetically.

`I'm ready for mine,' said the young man, taking up the newspaper and reading. Presently the rest of the family trooped in. Dinner was served. The meal went rather brutally. The over-gentleness and apologetic tone of the mother brought out all the brutality of manners in the sons. Edgar tasted the potatoes, moved his mouth quickly like a rabbit, looked indignantly at his mother, and said:

`These potatoes are burnt, mother.'

`Yes, Edgar. I forgot them for a minute. Perhaps you'll have bread if you can't eat them.'

Edgar looked in anger across at Miriam.

`What was Miriam doing that she couldn't attend to them?' he said.

Miriam looked up. Her mouth opened, her dark eyes blazed and winced, but she said nothing. She swallowed her anger and her shame, bowing her dark head.

`I'm sure she was trying hard,' said the mother.