sacrificed pleasure to work.
Thus Janet's loving, ironic smiles foretold, would the father of the
brood discourse during the next few days.

II

Hilda and Janet accordingly went down a be-flagged and sunlit Trafalgar
Road together. Janet was wearing still another white dress, and Hilda,
to her marked relief, had abandoned black for a slate-coloured frock
made by a dressmaker in Bleakridge. It was Mrs. Orgreave herself who had
first counselled Hilda, if she hated black, as she said she did, to
abandon black. The entire family chorus had approved.

The risk of encountering Edwin Clayhanger on that day of multitudes was
surely infinitesimal. Nevertheless, in six minutes the improbable had
occurred. At the corner of Trafalgar Road and Duck Square Janet,
attracted by the sight of banners in the distance, turned to the left
along Wedgwood Street and past the front of Clayhanger's shop.
Theoretically shops were closed, but one shutter of Clayhanger's was
down, and in its place stood Edwin Clayhanger. Hilda felt her features
stiffening into a sort of wilful and insincere hostility as she shook
hands. Within the darkness of the shop she saw the figure of two dowdy
women--doubtless the sisters of whom Janet had told her; they
disappeared before Janet and Hilda entered.

"It has happened! I have seen him again!" Hilda said to herself as she
sat in the shop listening to Janet and to Edwin Clayhanger. It appeared
likely that Edwin Clayhanger would join them in the enterprise of
witnessing the historic spectacle.

A few minutes later everybody was startled by the gay apparition of
Osmond Orgreave swinging his cane. Curiosity had been too much for
industriousness, and Osmond Orgreave had yielded himself to the general
interest.

"Oh! Father!" cried Janet. "What a deceitful thing you are!"

"Only a day or two ago," Hilda was thinking, "I had never even heard of
him. And his shop seemed so strange and romantic to me. And now I am
sitting in his shop like an old friend. And nobody suspects that he and
I have had a secret meeting!" The shop itself seemed to be important and
prosperous.

Mr. Orgreave, having decided for pleasure, was anxious to find it at
once, and, under his impatience, they left the shop. Janet went out
first with her gay father. Edwin Clayhanger waited respectfully for
Hilda to pass. But just as she was about to step forth she caught sight
of George Cannon coming along the opposite side of Wedgwood Street in