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The rain showed no signs of abating, but Alfred Wimple was chilly and hungry. Moreover, he was tired of the _tête-à-tête_ in the shed, and he had a dull curiosity to hear the result of Aunt Anne's visit to town. It was certain to provide some sort of excitement for the evening. If she had brought back money he would reap the benefit of it; if she had not, he could at least make her suffer, and to watch her suffer would provide him a satisfaction over which he gloated more and more with every experience of it. He buttoned his coat, turned up the bottoms of his trousers, and looked for his umbrella; then he hesitated a moment and looked out at the weather. He hated rain.
"I wish I had thought to bring myself an umbrella," his companion said; "it's a long way across. Joe Pook is over at the King's Head with his cart, and he'll drive me back; but it's a good bit to there."