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"Oh yes, Joe Banks is right enough," muttered Richard.

"And yet you, d.i.c.k--oh, d.i.c.k, d.i.c.k, my boy, think what you are doing-- you would reward him for his long services by doing him the greatest injury man could do to man. Are you mad?"

"If I'm not, you'll drive me mad," cried Richard, trying to shake off his mother's tight embrace.

"No, no, d.i.c.k, you shall not leave me yet," cried Mrs Glaire, in impa.s.sioned tones, as the tears now streamed down her cheeks. "You must--you shall listen to me. Can you not see that besides maddening the poor man by the cruel wrong you would do, you will make him your deadly enemy; that the works would be almost helpless without him; and that he is the strong link that holds the workpeople to our side? For they respect him, and--"

"Go on. They don't respect me, you were going to say," said Richard, petulantly. "Oh, mother, it's too bad. You've got hold of some c.o.c.k-and-bull bit of scandal, set about by one of the chattering fools of the place--old Bullivant, very likely--and you believe it."



"Richard, my boy," said Mrs Glaire, rising and standing before him, "can you not be frank and candid with your own mother?"

"You won't let me," he said; "you do nothing but bully me."

"When I tell you of your danger; when I remind you that you are standing on the edge of a precipice--"

"Oh, hang the precipice!" he cried; "you said that before."

"When I warn you of the ruin, and beg of you on my knees, my boy, if you like, not to pursue this girl--not to yield to a weak, mad pa.s.sion that will only bring you misery and regret to the end of your days, for you would never marry her."

"Well, it isn't likely," he said, brutally.

"d.i.c.k--d.i.c.k," cried Mrs Glaire, pa.s.sionately, roused by the callous tone in which he spoke, "are you in your right senses, or have you been drinking? It cannot be my boy who speaks!"

"Well, there, all right, mother, I'll own to it all," he said, flippantly, and then he winced as the poor woman cast her arms round his neck, and strained him to her breast.

"I knew you would, my boy, as soon as the good in your nature got the upper hand. And now, d.i.c.k, you'll promise me you won't see Daisy Banks any more."

"All right, mother, I won't."

"Thankyou, d.i.c.k. G.o.d bless you for this. But I must talk to you a little more. I have something else to say."

"What, to-night?" he said, with a weary yawn.

"Yes, to-night. Just a few words."

"Go on then, only cut it short."

"I wanted to say a few words to you about Eve."

"Oh, bother Eve," he muttered. "Well, go on."

"Don't you think, d.i.c.k, my boy, you've been very neglectful of poor Eve lately?"

"Been as attentive as I ever have."

"No, no, d.i.c.k; and listen, dear; try and be a little more loving to her."

"Look here, mother," cried Richard, impatiently; "I've promised all you want."

"Yes, yes, my boy."

"Well, if you get always trying to thrust Eve down my throat, I shall go away."

"Richard!"

"I'm tired of being bored about her."

"But your future wife! d.i.c.k, my boy--there, only a few more words--will you take my advice?"

"Yes--no--yes; well, there, I'll try."

"Don't you think, then, _that_ had better come off soon?"

"_That_! What?"

"Your marriage."

"No, indeed I don't, so I tell you. I don't mean to be tied up to any woman's ap.r.o.n-string till I have had my fling. There, good night; I'm going to bed."

Mrs Glaire made an effort to stay him, but he brushed by her, turned at the door, said, "Good night," and was gone.

As the door closed, Mrs Glaire sank into the chair her son had so lately occupied, and sat thinking over their conversation.

Would he keep his word? Would he keep his word? That was the question that repeated itself again and again, and the poor woman brought forward all her faith to force herself to believe in her son's sense of honour and truth, smiling at last with a kind of pride at the victory she had won.

But as she smiled, lighting her candle the while, and then extinguis.h.i.+ng the lamp, a s.h.i.+ver of dread pa.s.sed through her at the recollection of the events of the day; and at last, when she pa.s.sed from the room a heavy shadow seemed to follow her. It was the shadow of herself cast by the light she carried, but it seemed to her like the shadow of some coming evil, and as she went upstairs and pa.s.sed her son's door, from beneath which came the odour of tobacco, she sighed bitterly, and went on wondering how it would end, for she had not much faith in his promise.

Volume 1, Chapter XII.

MORE TROUBLE AT THE WORKS.

"I shall have to do something about these people," said the vicar, as he descended, after making a hasty toilet.

His way out lay through the room appropriated by the objects of his thoughts, and on opening the door it was to find Mr Simeon Slee's toilet still in progress. In fact, that gentleman was seated in a chair, holding a tin bowl of water, and his wife was was.h.i.+ng his face for him, as if he were a child.

They took no notice of the interruption, and the vicar pa.s.sed through, intending to take a long walk, but he checked his steps at the gate, where he stood looking down the long street, that seemed a little brighter in the early morning.

He had not been there five minutes before he saw a sodden-looking man come out of the large inn--the Bull and Cuc.u.mber--and as the pale, sodden-looking man involuntarily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the vicar nodded.

"Morning drain, eh? I'm afraid yours is not a very comfortable home, my friend."

The man was going slowly down the street when his eye caught the figure of the vicar, and he immediately turned and came towards him, and touched his hat.

"Mr Selwood, sir?"

"That is my name, my man."

"I'm Budd, sir--J. Budd--the clerk, sir. Thowt I'd come and ask if you'd like the garden done, sir. I'm _the_ gardener here, sir. Four days a week at Mr Glaire's. Your garden, sir--"

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