In making the detour¹ through the Cock Yard to reach Saint Luke’s Square again at the top of it, the only members of the Orgreave clan² whom they encountered were Jimmie and Johnnie, who, on hearing of the disappearance³ of their father and Janet, merely pointed⁴ out that their father and Janet were notoriously always getting themselves lost, owing to gross carelessness about whatever they happened to be doing. The youths then departed, saying that the Bursley show was nothing, and that they were going to Hanbridge; they conveyed the idea that Hanbridge was the only place in the world for self-respecting men of fashion. But before leaving they informed Edwin that a fellow at the corner of the Square was letting out rather useful barrels on lease. This fellow proved to be an odd-jobman who had been discharged from the Duke of Wellington Vaults⁵ in the market-place for consistently intemperate⁶ language, but whose tongue was such that he had persuaded the landlord on this occasion to let him borrow a dozen stout⁷ empty barrels, and the police to let him dispose them on the pavement. Every barrel was occupied, and, perceiving this, Edwin at once became bold with the barrel-man. He did not comfortably fancy himself perched prominent on a barrel with Hilda Lessways by his side, but he could enjoy talking about it, and he wished to show Hilda that he could be as dashing as those young sparks, Jimmie and Johnnie.