They had a third-class compartment to
themselves until they got to Exeter, and all that while Martin never
spoke a word. During this time Maggie did a lot of quiet thinking.
She was worried, of course, about many things but especially
finances. She knew very little about money. She gathered from Martin
that he had not only spent ail that his and had left him, but had
gone considerably beyond it, that he was badly in debt and saw no
way of paying. This did not seem to worry him but it worried Maggie.
Debts seemed to her awful things, and she could not imagine how any
one lived under the burden of them. Supposing Martin were ill for a
long time, how would they two live? Her little stock of money would
not last very long. She must get work, but she knew more about the
world after her years at Skeaton. She knew how ignorant she was, how
uneducated and how unsophiscated. She did not doubt her ability to
fight her way, but there might be weary months first, and meanwhile
what of Martin?
She looked at him, asleep now in a corner of the carriage, his soft
hat pulled down over his eyes, his head sunk, his hands heavy and
idle on his lap.
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