hands with everybody, kissed his mother, who began to cry, and the whole party went surging out to the cab.
The young couple were shut up, last injunctions shouted at them.
"Drive on," shouted Tom Brangwen.
The cab rolled off. They saw the light diminish under the ash-trees. Then the whole party, quietened, went indoors.
"They'll have three good fires burning," said Tom Brangwen, looking at his watch. "I told Emma to make 'em up at nine, an' then leave the door on th' latch. It's only half-past. They'll have three fires burning, an' lamps lighted, an' Emma will ha' warmed th' bed wi' th' warmin' pan. So I s'd think they'll be all right."
The party was much quieter. They talked of the young couple.
"She said she didn't want a servant in," said Tom Brangwen. "The house isn't big enough, she'd always have the creature under her nose. Emma'll do what is wanted of her, an' they'll be to themselves."
"It's best," said Lizzie, "you're more free."
The party talked on slowly. Brangwen looked at his watch.
"Let's go an' give 'em a carol," he said. "We s'll find th' fiddles at the Cock an' Robin."
"Ay, come on," said Frank.
Alfred rose in silence. The brother-in-law and one of Will's brothers rose also.
The five men went out. The night was flashing with stars. Sirius blazed like a signal at the side of the hill, Orion, stately and magnificent, was sloping along.
Tom walked with his brother, Alfred. The men's heels rang on the ground.
"It's a fine night," said Tom.
"Ay," said Alfred.
"Nice to get out."
"Ay."
The brothers walked close together, the bond of blood strong between them. Tom always felt very much the junior to Alfred.
"It's a long while since you left home," he said.
"Ay," said Alfred. "I thought I was getting a bit oldish—but I'm not. It's the things you've got as gets worn out, it's not you yourself."
