'He's got it wrong,' thought Hazel.

'Young lady!' repeated the landlord. 'Hawburn? No, there's no lady of
that colour hereabouts. And what ladies there be are weathered and
case-hardened.'

'The one I'm looking for's young--young as a kitten, and as
troublesome.'

Hazel clapped her hands to her mouth.

'There's no fiddler chap hereabouts, then?'

Abel rose and went to the door.

'If it's music you want, I know better music than fiddles, and
that's harps,' he said. 'Saw! saw! The only time as ever I liked
a fiddle was when the fellow snabbed at the strings with his ten
fingers--despert-like.'

'Oh, damn you!' said Reddin. 'I didn't come to hear about harps.'

'If it's funerals or a forester's supper, a concert or a wedding,' Abel
went on, quite undaunted, 'I'm your man.'

Reddin laughed.

'It might be the last,' he said.

'Wedding or bedding, either or both, I suppose,' said the publican, who