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“
They
won
’
t
be
much
longer
,
”
said
Father
Christmas
.
This
assertion
,
however
,
was
hardly
borne
out
by
the
event
.
Again
the
instruments
ended
the
tune
;
again
they
recommenced
with
as
much
fire
and
pathos
as
if
it
were
the
first
strain
.
The
air
was
now
that
one
without
any
particular
beginning
,
middle
,
or
end
,
which
perhaps
,
among
all
the
dances
which
throng
an
inspired
fiddler
’
s
fancy
,
best
conveys
the
idea
of
the
interminable
—
the
celebrated
“
Devil
’
s
Dream
.
”
The
fury
of
personal
movement
that
was
kindled
by
the
fury
of
the
notes
could
be
approximately
imagined
by
these
outsiders
under
the
moon
,
from
the
occasional
kicks
of
toes
and
heels
against
the
door
,
whenever
the
whirl
round
had
been
of
more
than
customary
velocity
.
The
first
five
minutes
of
listening
was
interesting
enough
to
the
mummers
.
The
five
minutes
extended
to
ten
minutes
,
and
these
to
a
quarter
of
an
hour
;
but
no
signs
of
ceasing
were
audible
in
the
lively
“
Dream
.
”
The
bumping
against
the
door
,
the
laughter
,
the
stamping
,
were
all
as
vigorous
as
ever
,
and
the
pleasure
in
being
outside
lessened
considerably
.
“
Why
does
Mrs
.
Yeobright
give
parties
of
this
sort
?
”
Eustacia
asked
,
a
little
surprised
to
hear
merriment
so
pronounced
.
“
It
is
not
one
of
her
bettermost
parlour
-
parties
.
She
’
s
asked
the
plain
neighbours
and
workpeople
without
drawing
any
lines
,
just
to
give
’
em
a
good
supper
and
such
like
.
Her
son
and
she
wait
upon
the
folks
.
”
“
I
see
,
”
said
Eustacia
.
“
’
Tis
the
last
strain
,
I
think
,
”
said
Saint
George
,
with
his
ear
to
the
panel
.
“
A
young
man
and
woman
have
just
swung
into
this
corner
,
and
he
’
s
saying
to
her
,
’
Ah
,
the
pity
;
’
tis
over
for
us
this
time
,
my
own
.
’
”
“
Thank
God
,
”
said
the
Turkish
Knight
,
stamping
,
and
taking
from
the
wall
the
conventional
lance
that
each
of
the
mummers
carried
.
Her
boots
being
thinner
than
those
of
the
young
men
,
the
hoar
had
damped
her
feet
and
made
them
cold
.
