He leaped up the step and was in the room. Her mother appeared in the inner doorway, large and hostile.
“ Who have you got there?” she asked.
“ It’s Mr. Morel; he has missed his train. I thought we might put him up for the night, and save him a ten-mile walk.”
“ H’m,” exclaimed Mrs. Radford. “That’s your lookout! If you’ve invited him, he’s very welcome as far as I’m concerned. You keep the house!”
“ If you don’t like me, I’ll go away again,” he said.
“ Nay, nay, you needn’t! Come along in! I dunno what you’ll think of the supper I’d got her.”
It was a little dish of chip potatoes and a piece of bacon. The table was roughly laid for one.
“ You can have some more bacon,” continued Mrs. Radford. “More chips you can’t have.”
“ It’s a shame to bother you,” he said
