|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
never speak of it again.'
Easton made no reply and a few minutes afterwards, their ways diverging, they wished each other `Good night'.
They were working for Rushton - painting the outside of a new conservatory at Mr Sweater's house, `The Cave'. This job was finished the next day and at four o'clock the boy brought the handcart, which they loaded with their ladders and other materials. They took these back to the yard and then, as it was Friday night, they went up to the front shop and handed in their time sheets. Afterwards, as they were about to separate, Easton again referred to the subject of their conversation of the previous evening. He had been very reserved and silent all day, scarcely uttering a word except when the work they had been engaged in made it necessary to do so, and there was now a sort of catch in his voice as he spoke.