Winterbornesawthatsomethinghadgonewrongwithhisformerfriend，andthrowingdowntheswitchhewasabouttointerweave，herespondedonlytooreadilytothemoodofthetimber-dealer。
“Issheill？”hesaid，hurriedly。
“No，no。”Melburystoodwithoutspeakingforsomeminutes，andthen，asthoughhecouldnotbringhimselftoproceed，turnedtogoaway。
WinterbornetoldoneofhismentopackupthetoolsforthenightandwalkedafterMelbury。
“HeavenforbidthatIshouldseemtooinquisitive，sir。”hesaid，“especiallysincewedon’tstandasweusedtostandtooneanother；butIhopeitiswellwiththemalloveryourway？”