married beneath her, you know.  Nor she didn’t have any such life of it either.  He were a sea-captain—­a funny, Frenchy-looking fellow with a frightful temper.  He never come home for twelve years after Dick were born.  She used to teach at the village school, and make her living that way.  Very sweet in her ways she were.  Everyone liked her.  There’s them as says Mr. Fielding was in love with her.  He didn’t marry, you know, till long after.  She used to sing too, and such a pretty voice she’d got.  I used to think she was like an angel when I was a child.  And so she were.  Whether she’d have married Mr. Fielding or not I don’t know.  There’s some as thinks she would.  They were very friendly together.  And then, quite sudden-like, when everyone thought he’d been dead for years, her husband come home again.  I’ll never forget it if I lives to be a hundred.  I was only a bit of a girl then.  It’s more’n twenty years ago, you know, miss.  I were just tidying up a bit in the school-house after school were over, and she were looking at some copybooks, when suddenly he marched in at the door, and, ‘Hullo, Olive!’ he says.  She got up, and she was as white as a sheet.  She didn’t say one word.  And he just come up to her, and took hold of her and kissed her and kissed her.  It was horrid to see him, fair turned me up,” said Mrs. Rickett graphically.  “And I’ll never forget her face when he let her go.  She looked as if she’d had her death blow.  And so she had, miss.  For she was never the same again.  The man was a beast, as anyone could see, and he hadn’t improved in them twelve years.  He were a hard drinker, and he used to torment her to drink with him, used to knock young Dick about too, something cruel.  Dick were only a lad of twelve, but he says to me once, ‘I’ll kill that man,’ he says.  ‘I’ll kill him.’  Mr. Fielding he went abroad as soon as the husband turned up, and he didn’t know what goings-on there were.  There’s some as says she made him go, and I shouldn’t wonder but what there was something in it.  For if ever any poor soul suffered martyrdom, it was that woman.  I’ll never forget the change in her, never as long as I live.  She kept up for a long time, but she looked awful, and then at last when her time drew near she broke down and used to cry and cry when anyone spoke to her.  O’ course we all knew as she wouldn’t get over it.  Her spirit was quite broke, and when the babies came she hadn’t a chance.  It happened very quick at the last, and her husband weren’t there.  He were down at The Three Tuns, and when they went to fetch him he laughed in their faces and went on drinking.  Oh, it was cruel.”  Mrs. Rickett wiped away some indignant tears.  “Not as she wanted him—­never even mentioned his name.  She only asked for Dick, and he was with her just at the end.  He was only a lad of thirteen, miss, but he was a man grown from that night on.  She begged him to look after the babies, and he promised her he would.  And then she just lay holding his hand till she died.  He seemed dazed-like when they told him she were gone, and just went straight out without a word.  No one ever saw young Dick break down after that.  He’s got a will like steel.”