yourday
:
I
begin
to
look
for
you
on
a
Sunday
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
'm
a
working
man
;
Sunday
is
my
holiday
,
"
said
Felix
,
pausing
at
the
door
since
the
host
seemed
to
expect
this
.
"
Ah
,
sir
,
there
's
many
ways
of
working
.
I
look
at
it
you
're
one
of
those
as
work
with
your
brains
.
That
's
what
I
do
myself
.
"
"
One
may
do
a
good
deal
of
that
and
work
with
one
's
hands
too
.
"
"
Ah
,
sir
,
"
said
Mr
Chubb
,
with
a
certain
bitterness
in
his
smile
,
"
I
've
that
sort
of
head
that
I
've
often
wished
I
was
stupider
.
I
use
things
up
,
sir
;
I
see
into
things
a
deal
too
quick
.
I
eat
my
dinner
,
as
you
may
say
,
at
breakfast-time
.
That
's
why
I
hardly
ever
smoke
a
pipe
.
No
sooner
do
I
stick
a
pipe
in
my
mouth
than
I
puff
and
puff
till
it
's
gone
before
other
folks
are
well
lit
;
and
then
,
where
am
I
?
I
might
as
well
have
let
it
alone
.
In
this
world
it
's
better
not
to
be
too
quick
.
But
you
know
what
it
is
,
sir
.
"
"
Not
I
,
"
said
Felix
,
rubbing
the
back
of
his
head
,
with
a
grimace
.
"
I
generally
feel
myself
rather
a
blockhead
.
The
world
's
a
largish
place
,
and
I
have
n't
turned
everything
inside
out
yet
.
"
"
Ah
,
that
's
your
deepness
.
I
think
we
understand
one
another
.
And
about
this
here
election
,
I
lay
two
to
one
we
should
agree
if
we
was
to
come
to
talk
about
it
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
said
Felix
,
with
an
air
of
caution
,
"
You
're
none
of
a
Tory
,
eh
,
sir
?
You
wo
n't
go
to
vote
for
Debarry
?
That
was
what
I
said
at
the
very
first
go-off
.
Says
I
,
he
's
no
Tory
.
I
think
I
was
right
,
sir
—
eh
?
"
"
Certainly
;
I
'm
no
Tory
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
you
do
n't
catch
me
wrong
in
a
hurry
.
Well
,
between
you
and
me
,
I
care
no
more
for
the
Debarrys
than
I
care
for
Johnny
Groats
.
I
live
on
none
o'their
land
,
and
not
a
pot's-worth
did
they
ever
send
to
the
Sugar
Loaf
.
I
'm
not
frightened
at
the
Debarrys
:
there
's
no
man
more
independent
than
me
.
I
'll
plump
or
I
'll
split
for
them
as
treat
me
the
handsomest
and
are
the
most
of
what
I
call
gentlemen
;
that
's
my
idee
.
And
in
the
way
of
hacting
for
any
man
,
them
are
fools
that
do
n't
employ
me
.
"
We
mortals
sometimes
cut
a
pitiable
figure
in
our
attempts
at
display
.
We
may
be
sure
of
our
own
merits
,
yet
fatally
ignorant
of
the
point
of
view
from
which
we
are
regarded
by
our
neighbour
.
Our
fine
patterns
in
tattooing
may
be
far
from
throwing
him
into
a
swoon
of
admiration
,
though
we
turn
ourselves
all
round
to
show
them
.
Thus
it
was
with
Mr
Chubb
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Felix
,
dryly
;
"
I
should
think
there
are
some
sorts
of
work
for
which
you
are
just
fitted
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
see
that
?
Well
,
we
understand
one
another
.
You
're
no
Tory
;
no
more
am
I
.
And
if
I
'd
got
four
hands
to
show
at
a
nomination
,
the
Debarrys
should
n't
have
one
of
'
em
.
My
idee
is
,
there
's
a
deal
too
much
of
their
scutchins
and
their
moniments
in
Treby
Church
.
What
's
their
scutchins
mean
?
They
're
a
sign
with
little
liquor
behind
'
em
;
that
's
how
I
take
it
.
There
's
nobody
can
give
account
of
'
em
as
I
ever
heard
.
"
Mr
Chubb
was
hindered
from
further
explaining
his
views
as
to
the
historical
element
in
society
by
the
arrival
of
new
guests
,
who
approached
in
two
groups
.
The
foremost
group
consisted
of
well-known
colliers
,
in
their
good
Sunday
beavers
and
coloured
handkerchiefs
serving
as
cravats
,
with
the
long
ends
floating
.
The
second
group
was
a
more
unusual
one
,
and
caused
Mr
Chubb
to
compress
his
mouth
and
agitate
the
muscles
about
it
in
rather
an
excited
manner
.
First
came
a
smartly-dressed
personage
on
horseback
,
with
a
conspicuous
expansive
shirt-front
and
figured
satin
stock
.
He
was
a
stout
man
,
and
gave
a
strong
sense
of
broadcloth
.
A
wild
idea
shot
through
Mr
Chubb
's
brain
:
could
this
grand
visitor
be
Harold
Transome
?
Excuse
him
:
he
had
been
given
to
understand
by
his
cousin
from
the
distant
borough
that
a
Radical
candidate
in
the
condescension
of
canvassing
had
even
gone
the
length
of
eating
bread-and-treacle
with
the
children
of
an
honest
freeman
,
and
declaring
his
preference
for
that
simple
fare
.
Mr
Chubb
's
notion
of
a
Radical
was
that
he
was
a
new
and
agreeable
kind
of
lick-spittle
who
fawned
on
the
poor
instead
of
on
the
rich
,
and
so
was
likely
to
send
customers
to
a
"
public
;
"
so
that
he
argued
well
enough
from
the
premises
at
his
command
.
The
mounted
man
of
broadcloth
had
followers
:
several
shabby-looking
men
,
and
Sproxton
boys
of
all
sizes
,
whose
curiosity
had
been
stimulated
by
unexpected
largesse
.
A
stranger
on
horseback
scattering
halfpence
on
a
Sunday
was
so
unprecedented
that
there
was
no
knowing
what
he
might
do
next
;
and
the
smallest
hindmost
fellows
in
sealskin
caps
were
not
without
hope
that
an
entirely
new
order
of
things
had
set
in
.
Every
one
waited
outside
for
the
stranger
to
dismount
,
and
Mr
Chubb
advanced
to
take
the
bridle
.
"
Well
,
Mr
Chubb
,
"
were
the
first
words
when
the
great
man
was
safely
out
of
the
saddle
,
"
I
've
often
heard
of
your
fine
tap
,
and
I
'm
come
to
taste
it
.
"
"
Walk
in
,
sir
—
pray
walk
in
,
"
said
Mr
Chubb
,
giving
the
horse
to
the
stable-boy
.
"
I
shall
be
proud
to
draw
for
you
.
If
anybody
's
been
praising
me
,
I
think
my
ale
will
back
him
.
"
All
entered
in
the
rear
of
the
stranger
except
the
boys
,
who
peeped
in
at
the
window
.
"
Wo
n't
you
please
to
walk
into
the
parlour
,
sir
?
"
said
Chubb
,
obsequiously
.
"
No
,
no
,
I
'll
sit
down
here
.
This
is
what
I
like
to
see
,
"
said
the
stranger
,
looking
round
at
the
colliers
,
who
eyed
him
rather
shyly
—
"
a
bright
hearth
where
working
men
can
enjoy
themselves
.
However
,
I
'll
step
into
the
other
room
for
three
minutes
,
just
to
speak
half-a-dozen
words
with
you
.
"
Mr
Chubb
threw
open
the
parlour
door
,
and
then
stepping
back
,
took
the
opportunity
of
saying
,
in
a
low
tone
,
to
Felix
,
"
Do
you
know
this
gentleman
?
"
"
Not
I
;
no.
"
Mr
Chubb
's
opinion
of
Felix
Holt
sank
from
that
moment
.
The
parlour
door
was
closed
,
but
no
one
sat
down
or
ordered
beer
.
"
I
say
,
master
,
"
said
Mike
Brindle
,
going
up
to
Felix
,
"
do
n't
you
think
that
's
one
o
'
the
'
lection
men
?
"
"
Very
likely
.
"
"
I
heared
a
chap
say
they
're
up
and
down
everywhere
,
"
said
Brindle
;
"
and
now
's
the
time
,
they
say
,
when
a
man
can
get
beer
for
nothing
.
"
"
Ay
,
that
's
sin
'
the
Reform
,
"
said
a
big
,
red-whiskered
man
,
called
Dredge
.
"
That
's
brought
the
'
lections
and
the
drink
into
these
parts
;
for
afore
that
,
it
was
all
kep
up
the
Lord
knows
wheer
.
"
"
Well
,
but
the
Reform
's
niver
come
anigh
Sprox'on
,
"
said
a
grey-haired
but
stalwart
man
called
Old
Sleck
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
nothing
about'n
,
I
do
n't
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
?
"
said
Brindle
,
with
some
contempt
.
"
Well
,
I
do
.
There
's
folks
wo
n't
believe
beyond
the
end
o
'
their
own
pickaxes
.
You
ca
n't
drive
nothing
into
'
em
,
not
if
you
split
their
skulls
.
I
know
for
certain
sure
,
from
a
chap
in
the
cartin
'
way
,
as
he
's
got
money
and
drink
too
,
only
for
hollering
.
Eh
,
master
,
what
do
you
say
?
"
Brindle
ended
,
turning
with
some
deference
to
Felix
.
"
Should
you
like
to
know
all
about
the
Reform
?
"
said
Felix
,
using
his
opportunity
.
"
If
you
would
,
I
can
tell
you
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
—
tell
's
;
you
know
,
I
'll
be
bound
,
"
said
several
voices
at
once
.
"
Ah
,
but
it
will
take
some
little
time
.
And
we
must
be
quiet
.
The
cleverest
of
you
—
those
who
are
looked
up
to
in
the
Club
—
must
come
and
meet
me
at
Peggy
Button
's
cottage
next
Saturday
,
at
seven
o'clock
,
after
dark
.
And
,
Brindle
,
you
must
bring
that
little
yellow-haired
lad
of
yours
.
And
anybody
that
's
got
a
little
boy
—
a
very
little
fellow
,
who
wo
n't
understand
what
is
said
—
may
bring
him
.
But
you
must
keep
it
close
,
you
know
.
We
do
n't
want
fools
there
.
But
everybody
who
hears
me
may
come
.
I
shall
be
at
Peggy
Button
's
.
"
"
Why
,
that
's
where
the
Wednesday
preachin
'
is
,
"
said
Dredge
.
"
I
've
been
aforced
to
give
my
wife
a
black
eye
to
hinder
her
from
going
to
the
preachin
.
'
Lors-a-massy
,
she
thinks
she
knows
better
nor
me
,
and
I
ca
n't
make
head
nor
tail
of
her
talk
.
"
"
Why
ca
n't
you
let
the
woman
alone
?
"
said
Brindle
,
with
some
disgust
.
"
I
'd
be
ashamed
to
beat
a
poor
crawling
thing
'
cause
she
likes
preaching
.
"
"
No
more
I
did
beat
her
afore
,
not
if
she
scrat
'
me
,
"
said
Dredge
,
in
vindication
;
"
but
if
she
jabbers
at
me
,
I
ca
n't
abide
it
.
Howsomever
,
I
'll
bring
my
Jack
to
Peggy
's
o
'
Saturday
.
His
mother
shall
wash
him
.
He
is
but
four
year
old
,
and
he
'll
swear
and
square
at
me
a
good
un
,
if
I
set
him
on
.
"
"
There
you
go
blatherin
'
"
,
said
Brindle
,
intending
a
mild
rebuke
.
This
dialogue
,
which
was
in
danger
of
becoming
too
personal
,
was
interrupted
by
the
reopening
of
the
parlour
door
,
and
the
reappearance
of
the
impressive
stranger
with
Mr
Chubb
,
whose
countenance
seemed
unusually
radiant
.
"
Sit
you
down
here
,
Mr
Johnson
,
"
said
Chubb
,
moving
an
arm-chair
.
"
This
gentleman
is
kind
enough
to
treat
the
company
,
"
he
added
,
looking
round
,
"
and
what
's
more
,
he
'll
take
a
cup
with
'
em
;
and
I
think
there
's
no
man
but
what
'll
say
that
's
a
honour
.
"
The
company
had
nothing
equivalent
to
a
"
hear
,
hear
,
"
at
command
,
but
they
perhaps
felt
the
more
,
as
they
seated
themselves
with
an
expectation
unvented
by
utterance
.
There
was
a
general
satisfactory
sense
that
the
hitherto
shadowy
Reform
had
at
length
come
to
Sproxton
in
a
good
round
shape
,
with
broadcloth
and
pockets
.
Felix
did
not
intend
to
accept
the
treating
,
but
he
chose
to
stay
and
hear
,
taking
his
pint
as
usual
.
"
Capital
ale
,
capital
ale
,
"
said
Mr
Johnson
,
as
he
set
down
his
glass
,
speaking
in
a
quick
,
smooth
treble
.
"
Now
,
"
he
went
on
,
with
a
certain
pathos
in
his
voice
,
looking
at
Mr
Chubb
,
who
sat
opposite
,
"
there
's
some
satisfaction
to
me
in
finding
an
establishment
like
this
at
the
Pits
.
For
what
would
higher
wages
do
for
the
working
man
if
he
could
n't
get
a
good
article
for
his
money
?
Why
,
gentlemen
"
—
here
he
looked
round
—
"
I
've
been
into
ale-houses
where
I
've
seen
a
fine
fellow
of
a
miner
or
a
stone-cutter
come
in
and
have
to
lay
down
money
for
beer
that
I
should
be
sorry
to
give
to
my
pigs
!
"
Here
Mr
Johnson
leaned
forward
with
squared
elbows
,
hands
placed
on
his
knees
,
and
a
defiant
shake
of
the
head
.
"
Aw
,
like
at
the
Blue
Cow
,
"
fell
in
the
irrepressible
Dredge
,
in
a
deep
bass
;
but
he
was
rebuked
by
a
severe
nudge
from
Brindle
"
Yes
,
yes
,
you
know
what
it
is
,
my
friend
,
"
said
Mr
Johnson
,
looking
at
Dredge
,
and
restoring
his
self-satisfaction
.
"
But
it
wo
n't
last
much
longer
,
that
's
one
good
thing
.
Bad
liquor
will
be
swept
away
with
other
bad
articles
.
Trade
will
prosper
—
and
what
's
trade
now
without
steam
?
and
what
is
steam
without
coal
?
And
mark
you
this
,
gentlemen
—
there
's
no
man
and
no
government
can
make
coal
.
"
A
brief
loud
"
Haw
,
haw
,
"
showed
that
this
fact
was
appreciated
.
"
Nor
freeston
'
nayther
,
"
said
a
wide-mouthed
wiry
man
called
Gills
,
who
wished
for
an
exhaustive
treatment
of
the
subject
,
being
a
stone-cutter
.
"
Nor
freestone
,
as
you
say
;
else
,
I
think
,
if
coal
could
be
made
aboveground
,
honest
fellows
who
are
the
pith
of
our
population
would
not
have
to
bend
their
backs
and
sweat
in
a
pit
six
days
out
of
the
seven
.
No
,
no
:
I
say
,
as
this
country
prospers
it
has
more
and
more
need
of
you
,
sirs
.
It
can
do
without
a
pack
of
lazy
lords
and
ladies
,
but
it
can
never
do
without
brave
colliers
.
And
the
country
will
prosper
.
I
pledge
you
my
word
,
sirs
,
this
country
will
rise
to
the
tip-top
of
everything
,
and
there
is
n't
a
man
in
it
but
what
shall
have
his
joint
in
the
pot
,
and
his
spare
money
jingling
in
his
pocket
,
if
we
only
exert
ourselves
to
send
the
right
men
to
Parliament
—
men
who
will
speak
up
for
the
collier
,
and
the
stone-cutter
,
and
the
navvy
"
(
Mr
Johnson
waved
his
hand
liberally
)
,
"
and
will
stand
no
nonsense
.
This
is
a
crisis
,
and
we
must
exert
ourselves
.
We
've
got
Reform
,
gentlemen
,
but
now
the
thing
is
to
make
Reform
work
.
It
's
a
crisis
—
I
pledge
you
my
word
it
's
a
crisis
.
"
Mr
Johnson
threw
himself
back
as
if
from
the
concussion
of
that
great
noun
.
He
did
not
suppose
that
one
of
his
audience
knew
what
a
crisis
meant
;
but
he
had
large
experience
in
the
effect
of
uncomprehended
words
;
and
in
this
case
the
colliers
were
thrown
into
a
state
of
conviction
concerning
they
did
not
know
what
,
which
was
a
fine
preparation
for
"
hitting
out
,
"
or
any
other
act
carrying
a
due
sequence
to
such
a
conviction
.
Felix
felt
himself
in
danger
of
getting
into
a
rage
.
There
is
hardly
any
mental
misery
worse
than
that
of
having
our
own
serious
phrases
,
our
own
rooted
beliefs
,
caricatured
by
a
charlatan
or
a
hireling
.
He
began
to
feel
the
sharp
lower
edge
of
his
tin
pint-measure
,
and
to
think
it
a
tempting
missile
.
Mr
Johnson
certainly
had
some
qualifications
as
an
orator
.
After
this
impressive
pause
he
leaned
forward
again
,
and
said
,
in
a
lowered
tone
,
looking
round
,
"
I
think
you
all
know
the
good
news
.
"
There
was
a
movement
of
shoe-soles
on
the
quarried
floor
,
and
a
scrape
of
some
chair
legs
,
but
no
other
answer
.
"
The
good
news
I
mean
is
,
that
a
first-rate
man
,
Mr
Transome
of
Transome
Court
,
has
offered
himself
to
represent
you
in
Parliament
,
sirs
.
I
say
you
in
particular
,
for
what
he
has
at
heart
is
the
welfare
of
the
working
man
—
of
the
brave
fellows
that
wield
the
pickaxe
,
and
the
saw
,
and
the
hammer
.
He
's
rich
—
has
more
money
than
Garstin
—
but
he
does
n't
want
to
keep
it
to
himself
.
What
he
wants
is
,
to
make
a
good
use
of
it
,
gentlemen
.
He
's
come
back
from
foreign
parts
with
his
pockets
full
of
gold
.
He
could
buy
up
the
Debarrys
if
they
were
worth
buying
,
but
he
's
got
something
better
to
do
with
his
money
.
He
means
to
use
it
for
the
good
of
the
working
men
in
these
parts
.
I
know
there
are
some
men
who
put
up
for
Parliament
and
talk
a
little
too
big
.
They
may
say
they
want
to
befriend
the
colliers
,
for
example
.
But
I
should
like
to
put
a
question
to
them
.
I
should
like
to
ask
them
,
'
What
colliers
?
'
There
are
colliers
up
at
Newcastle
,
and
there
are
colliers
down
in
Wales
.
Will
it
do
any
good
to
honest
Tom
,
who
is
hungry
in
Sproxton
,
to
hear
that
Jack
at
Newcastle
has
his
bellyful
of
beef
and
pudding
?
"
"
It
ought
to
do
him
good
,
"
Felix
burst
in
,
with
his
loud
abrupt
voice
,
in
odd
contrast
with
glib
Mr
Johnson
's
.
"
If
he
knows
it
's
a
bad
thing
to
be
hungry
and
not
have
enough
to
eat
,
he
ought
to
be
glad
that
another
fellow
,
who
is
not
idle
,
is
not
suffering
in
the
same
way
.
"
Every
one
was
startled
.
The
audience
was
much
impressed
with
the
grandeur
,
the
knowledge
,
and
the
power
of
Mr
Johnson
.
His
brilliant
promises
confirmed
the
impression
that
Reform
had
at
length
reached
the
New
Pits
;
and
Reform
,
if
it
were
good
for
anything
,
must
at
last
resolve
itself
into
spare
money
—
meaning
"
sport
"
and
drink
,
and
keeping
away
from
work
for
several
days
in
the
week
.
These
"
brave
"
men
of
Sproxton
liked
Felix
as
one
of
themselves
,
only
much
more
knowing
—
as
a
working
man
who
had
seen
many
distant
parts
,
but
who
must
be
very
poor
,
since
he
never
drank
more
than
a
pint
or
so
.
They
were
quite
inclined
to
hear
what
he
had
got
to
say
on
another
occasion
,
but
they
were
rather
irritated
by
his
interruption
at
the
present
moment
.
Mr
Johnson
was
annoyed
,
but
he
spoke
with
the
same
glib
quietness
as
before
,
though
with
an
expression
of
contempt
.
"
I
call
it
a
poor-spirited
thing
to
take
up
a
man
's
straightforward
words
and
twist
them
.
What
I
meant
to
say
was
plain
enough
—
that
no
man
can
be
saved
from
starving
by
looking
on
while
others
eat
.
I
think
that
's
common
sense
,
eh
,
sirs
?
"
There
was
again
an
approving
"
Haw
,
haw
.
"
To
hear
anything
said
,
and
understand
it
,
was
a
stimulus
that
had
the
effect
of
wit
.
Mr
Chubb
cast
a
suspicious
and
viperous
glance
at
Felix
,
who
felt
that
he
had
been
a
simpleton
for
his
pains
.
"
Well
,
then
,
"
continued
Mr
Johnson
,
"
I
suppose
I
may
go
on
.
But
if
there
is
any
one
here
better
able
to
inform
the
company
than
I
am
,
I
give
way
—
I
give
way
.
"
"
Sir
,
"
said
Mr
Chubb
,
magisterially
,
"
no
man
shall
take
the
words
out
of
your
mouth
in
this
house
.
And
,
"
he
added
,
looking
pointedly
at
Felix
,
"
Company
that
's
got
no
more
orders
to
give
,
and
wants
to
turn
up
rusty
to
them
that
has
,
had
better
be
making
room
than
filling
it
.
Love
an
'
'
armony
's
the
word
on
our
Club
's
flag
,
an
'
love
an
'
'
armony
's
the
meaning
of
'
The
Sugar
Loaf
,
William
Chubb
.
'
Folks
of
a
different
mind
had
better
seek
another
house
of
call
.
"
"
Very
good
,
"
said
Felix
,
laying
down
his
money
and
taking
his
cap
,
"
I
'm
going
.
"
He
saw
clearly
enough
that
if
he
said
more
,
there
would
be
a
disturbance
which
could
have
no
desirable
end
.
When
the
door
had
closed
behind
him
,
Mr
Johnson
said
,
"
What
is
that
person
's
name
?
"
"
Does
anybody
know
it
?
"
said
Mr
Chubb
.
A
few
noes
were
heard
.
"
I
've
heard
him
speak
like
a
downright
Reformer
,
else
I
should
have
looked
a
little
sharper
after
him
.
But
you
may
see
he
's
nothing
partic'lar
.
"
"
It
looks
rather
bad
that
no
one
knows
his
name
,
"
said
Mr
Johnson
.
"
He
's
most
likely
a
Tory
in
disguise
—
a
Tory
spy
.
You
must
be
careful
,
sirs
,
of
men
who
come
to
you
and
say
they
're
Radicals
,
and
yet
do
nothing
for
you
.
They
'll
stuff
you
with
words
—
no
lack
of
words
—
but
words
are
wind
.
Now
,
a
man
like
Transome
comes
forward
and
says
to
the
working
men
of
this
country
:
'
Here
I
am
,
ready
to
serve
you
and
to
speak
for
you
in
Parliament
,
and
to
get
the
laws
made
all
right
for
you
;
and
in
the
meanwhile
,
if
there
's
any
of
you
who
are
my
neighbours
who
want
a
day
's
holiday
,
or
a
cup
to
drink
with
friends
,
or
a
copy
of
the
King
's
likeness
—
why
,
I
'm
your
man
.
I
'm
not
a
paper
handbill
—
all
words
and
no
substance
—
nor
a
man
with
land
and
nothing
else
;
I
've
got
bags
of
gold
as
well
as
land
'
.
I
think
you
know
what
I
mean
by
the
King
's
likeness
?
"
Here
Mr
Johnson
took
a
half-crown
out
of
his
pocket
and
held
the
head
towards
the
company
.
"
Well
,
sirs
,
there
are
some
men
who
like
to
keep
this
pretty
picture
a
great
deal
too
much
to
themselves
.
I
do
n't
know
whether
I
'm
right
,
but
I
think
I
've
heard
of
such
a
one
not
a
hundred
miles
from
here
.
I
think
his
name
was
Spratt
,
and
he
managed
some
company
's
coal-pits
.
"
"
Haw
,
haw
!
Spratt
—
Spratt
's
his
name
,
"
was
rolled
forth
to
an
accompaniment
of
scraping
shoe-soles
.
"
A
screwing
fellow
,
by
what
I
understand
—
a
domineering
fellow
—
who
would
expect
men
to
do
as
he
liked
without
paying
them
for
it
.
I
think
there
's
not
an
honest
man
who
would
n't
like
to
disappoint
such
an
upstart
.
"
There
was
a
murmur
which
was
interpreted
by
Mr
Chubb
.
"
I
'll
answer
for
'
em
,
sir
.
"
"
Now
,
listen
to
me
.
Here
's
Garstin
:
he
's
one
of
the
Company
you
work
under
.
What
's
Garstin
to
you
?
who
sees
him
?
and
when
they
do
see
him
they
see
a
thin
miserly
fellow
who
keeps
his
pockets
buttoned
.
He
calls
himself
a
Whig
,
yet
he
'll
split
votes
with
a
Tory
—
he
'll
drive
with
the
Debarrys
.
Now
,
gentlemen
,
if
I
said
I
'd
got
a
vote
,
and
anybody
asked
me
what
I
should
do
with
it
,
I
should
say
,
'
I
'll
plump
for
Transome
.
'
You
've
got
no
votes
,
and
that
's
a
shame
.
But
you
will
have
some
day
,
if
such
men
as
Transome
are
returned
;
and
then
you
'll
be
on
a
level
with
the
first
gentleman
in
the
land
,
and
if
he
wants
to
sit
in
Parliament
,
he
must
take
off
his
hat
and
ask
your
leave
.
But
though
you
have
n't
got
a
vote
you
can
give
a
cheer
for
the
right
man
,
and
Transome
's
not
a
man
like
Garstin
;
if
you
lost
a
day
's
wages
by
giving
a
cheer
for
Transome
,
he
'll
make
you
amends
.
That
's
the
way
a
man
who
has
no
vote
can
yet
serve
himself
and
his
country
:
he
can
lift
up
his
hand
and
shout
'
Transome
for
ever
'
—
'
hurray
for
Transome
.
'
Let
the
working
men
—
let
colliers
and
navvies
and
stone-cutters
,
who
between
you
and
me
have
a
good
deal
too
much
the
worst
of
it
,
as
things
are
now
—
let
them
join
together
and
give
their
hands
and
voices
for
the
right
man
,
and
they
'll
make
the
great
people
shake
in
their
shoes
a
little
;
and
when
you
shout
for
Transome
,
remember
you
shout
for
more
wages
,
and
more
of
your
rights
,
and
you
shout
to
get
rid
of
rats
and
sprats
and
such
small
animals
,
who
are
the
tools
the
rich
make
use
of
to
squeeze
the
blood
out
of
the
poor
man
.
"
"
I
wish
there
'd
be
a
row
—
I
'd
pommel
him
,
"
said
Dredge
,
who
was
generally
felt
to
be
speaking
to
the
question
.
"
No
,
no
,
my
friend
—
there
you
're
a
little
wrong
.
No
pommelling
—
no
striking
first
.
There
you
have
the
law
and
the
constable
against
you
.
A
little
rolling
in
the
dust
and
knocking
hats
off
,
a
little
pelting
with
soft
things
that
'll
stick
and
not
bruise
—
all
that
does
n't
spoil
the
fun
.
If
a
man
is
to
speak
when
you
do
n't
like
to
hear
him
,
it
is
but
fair
you
should
give
him
something
he
does
n't
like
in
return
.
And
the
same
if
he
's
got
a
vote
and
does
n't
use
it
for
the
good
of
the
country
;
I
see
no
harm
in
splitting
his
coat
in
a
quiet
way
.
A
man
must
be
taught
what
's
right
if
he
does
n't
know
it
.
But
no
kicks
,
no
knocking
down
,
no
pommelling
.
"
"
It
'
ud
be
good
fun
,
though
,
if
so-
be
,
"
said
Old
Sleck
,
allowing
himself
an
imaginative
pleasure
.
"
Well
,
well
,
if
a
Spratt
wants
you
to
say
Garstin
,
it
's
some
pleasure
to
think
you
can
say
Transome
.
Now
,
my
notion
is
this
.
You
are
men
who
can
put
two
and
two
together
—
I
do
n't
know
a
more
solid
lot
of
fellows
than
you
are
;
and
what
I
say
is
,
let
the
honest
men
in
this
country
who
've
got
no
vote
show
themselves
in
a
body
when
they
have
the
chance
.
Why
,
sirs
,
for
every
Tory
sneak
that
's
got
a
vote
,
there
's
fifty-five
fellows
who
must
stand
by
and
be
expected
to-hold
their
tongues
.
But
I
say
,
let
'
em
hiss
the
sneaks
,
let
'
em
groan
at
the
sneaks
,
and
the
sneaks
will
be
ashamed
of
themselves
.
The
men
who
've
got
votes
do
n't
know
how
to
use
them
.
There
's
many
a
fool
with
a
vote
,
who
is
not
sure
in
his
mind
whether
he
shall
poll
,
say
for
Debarry
,
or
Garstin
,
or
Transome
—
whether
he
'll
plump
or
whether
he
'll
split
;
a
straw
will
turn
him
.
Let
him
know
your
mind
if
he
does
n't
know
his
own
.
What
's
the
reason
Debarry
gets
returned
?
Because
people
are
frightened
at
the
Debarrys
.
What
's
that
to
you
?
You
do
n't
care
for
the
Debarrys
.
If
people
are
frightened
at
the
Tories
,
we
'll
turn
round
and
frighten
them
.
You
know
what
a
Tory
is
—
one
who
wants
to
drive
the
working
men
as
he
'd
drive
cattle
.
That
's
what
a
Tory
is
;
and
a
Whig
is
no
better
,
if
he
's
like
Garstin
.
A
Whig
wants
to
knock
the
Tory
down
and
get
the
whip
,
that
's
all
.
But
Transome
's
neither
Whig
nor
Tory
;
he
's
the
working
man
's
friend
,
the
collier
's
friend
,
the
friend
of
the
honest
navvy
.
And
if
he
gets
into
Parliament
,
let
me
tell
you
,
it
will
be
the
better
for
you
.
I
do
n't
say
it
will
be
the
better
for
overlookers
and
screws
,
and
rats
and
sprats
;
but
it
will
be
the
better
for
every
good
fellow
who
takes
his
pot
at
the
Sugar
Loaf
.
"
Mr
Johnson
's
exertions
for
the
political
education
of
the
Sproxton
men
did
not
stop
here
,
which
was
the
more
disinterested
in
him
as
he
did
not
expect
to
see
them
again
,
and
could
only
set
on
foot
an
organisation
by
which
their
instruction
could
be
continued
without
him
.
In
this
he
was
quite
successful
.
A
man
known
among
the
"
butties
"
as
Pack
,
who
had
already
been
mentioned
by
Mr
Chubb
,
presently
joined
the
party
,
and
had
a
private
audience
of
Mr
Johnson
,
that
he
might
be
instituted
as
the
"
shepherd
"
of
this
new
flock
.
"
That
's
a
right
down
genelman
,
"
said
Pack
,
as
he
took
the
seat
vacated
by
the
orator
,
who
had
ridden
away
.
"
What
's
his
trade
,
think
you
?
"
said
Gills
,
the
wiry
stone-cutter
.
"
Trade
?
"
said
Mr
Chubb
.
"
He
's
one
of
the
top-sawyers
of
the
country
.
He
works
with
his
head
,
you
may
see
that
.
"
"
Let
's
have
our
pipes
,
then
,
"
said
Old
Sleck
;
"
I
'm
pretty
well
tired
o'jaw
.
"
"
So
am
I
,
"
said
Dredge
.
"
It
's
wriggling
work
—
like
follering
a
stoat
.
It
makes
a
man
dry
.
I
'd
as
lief
hear
preaching
,
on'y
there
's
nought
to
be
got
by't
.
I
should
n't
know
which
end
I
stood
on
if
it
was
n't
for
the
tickets
and
the
treatin
'
.
"
CHAPTER
XII
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
'
twas
that
mixture
of
spite
and
over-fed
merriment
which
passes
for
humour
with
the
vulgar
.
In
their
fun
they
have
much
resemblance
to
a
turkey-cock
.
It
has
a
cruel
beak
,
and
a
silly
iteration
of
ugly
sounds
;
it
spreads
its
tail
in
self-glorification
,
but
shows
you
the
wrong
side
of
that
ornament
—
liking
admiration
,
but
knowing
not
what
is
admirable
.
"
This
Sunday
evening
,
which
promised
to
be
so
memorable
in
the
experience
of
the
Sproxton
miners
,
had
its
drama
also
for
those
unsatisfactory
objects
to
Mr
Johnson
's
moral
sense
,
the
Debarrys
.
Certain
incidents
occurring
at
Treby
Manor
caused
an
excitement
there
which
spread
from
the
dining-room
to
the
stables
;
but
no
one
underwent
such
agitating
transitions
of
feeling
as
Mr
Scales
.
At
six
o'clock
that
superior
butler
was
chuckling
in
triumph
at
having
played
a
fine
and
original
practical
joke
on
his
rival
Mr
Christian
.
Some
two
hours
after
that
time
,
he
was
frightened
,
sorry
,
and
even
meek
;
he
was
on
the
brink
of
a
humiliating
confession
;
his
cheeks
were
almost
livid
;
his
hair
was
flatteued
for
want
of
due
attention
from
his
fingers
;
and
the
fine
roll
of
his
whiskers
,
which
was
too
firm
to
give
way
,
seemed
only
a
sad
reminiscence
of
past
splendour
and
felicity
.
His
sorrow
came
about
in
this
wise
.
After
service
on
that
Sunday
morning
,
Mr
Philip
Debarry
had
left
the
rest
of
the
family
to
go
home
in
the
carriage
,
and
had
remained
at
the
Rectory
to
lunch
with
his
uncle
Augustus
,
that
he
might
consult
him
touching
some
letters
of
importance
.
He
had
returned
the
letters
to
his
pocket-book
but
had
not
returned
the
book
to
his
pocket
,
and
he
finally
walked
away
leaving
the
enclosure
of
private
papers
and
bank-notes
on
his
uncle
's
escritoire
.
After
his
arrival
at
home
he
was
reminded
of
his
omission
,
and
immediately
despatched
Christian
with
a
note
begging
his
uncle
to
seal
up
the
pocket-book
and
send
it
by
the
bearer
.
This
commission
,
which
was
given
between
three
and
four
o'clock
,
happened
to
be
very
unwelcome
to
the
courier
.
The
fact
was
that
Mr
Christian
,
who
had
been
remarkable
through
life
for
that
power
of
adapting
himself
to
circumstances
which
enables
a
man
to
fall
safely
on
all-fours
in
the
most
hurried
expulsions
and
escapes
,
was
not
exempt
from
bodily
suffering
—
a
circumstance
to
which
there
is
no
known
way
of
adapting
one
's
self
so
as
to
be
perfectly
comfortable
under
it
,
or
to
push
it
off
on
to
other
people
's
shoulders
.
He
did
what
he
could
:
he
took
doses
of
opium
when
he
had
an
access
of
nervous
pains
,
and
he
consoled
himself
as
to
future
possibilities
by
thinking
that
if
the
pains
ever
became
intolerably
frequent
a
considerable
increase
in
the
dose
might
put
an
end
to
them
altogether
.
He
was
neither
Cato
nor
Hamlet
,
and
though
he
had
learned
their
soliloquies
at
his
first
boarding-school
,
he
would
probably
have
increased
his
dose
without
reciting
those
masterpieces
.
Next
to
the
pain
itself
he
disliked
that
any
one
should
know
of
it
:
defective
health
diminished
a
man
's
market
value
;
he
did
not
like
to
be
the
object
of
the
sort
of
pity
he
himself
gave
to
a
poor
devil
who
was
forced
to
make
a
wry
face
or
"
give
in
"
altogether
.
He
had
felt
it
expedient
to
take
a
slight
dose
this
afternoon
,
and
still
he
was
not
altogether
relieved
at
the
time
he
set
off
to
the
Rectory
.
On
returning
with
the
valuable
case
safely
deposited
in
his
hind
pocket
he
felt
increasing
bodily
uneasiness
,
and
took
another
dose
.
Thinking
it
likely
that
he
looked
rather
pitiable
,
he
chose
not
to
proceed
to
the
house
by
the
carriage-road
.
The
servants
often
walked
in
the
park
on
a
Sunday
,
and
he
wished
to
avoid
any
meeting
.
He
would
make
a
circuit
,
get
into
the
house
privately
,
and
after
delivering
his
packet
to
Mr
Debarry
,
shut
himself
up
till
the
ringing
of
the
half-hour
bell
.
But
when
he
reached
an
elbowed
seat
under
some
sycamores
,
he
felt
so
ill
at
ease
that
he
yielded
to
the
temptation
of
throwing
himself
on
it
to
rest
a
little
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
:
it
was
but
five
;
he
had
done
his
errand
quickly
hitherto
,
and
Mr
Debarry
had
not
urged
haste
.
But
in
less
than
ten
minutes
he
was
in
a
sound
sleep
.
Certain
conditions
of
his
system
had
determined
a
stronger
effect
than
usual
from
the
opium
.
As
he
had
expected
,
there
were
servants
strolling
in
the
park
,
but
they
did
not
all
choose
the
most
frequented
part
.
Mr
Scales
,
in
pursuit
of
a
slight
flirtation
with
the
younger
lady's-maid
,
had
preferred
a
more
sequestered
walk
in
the
company
of
that
aggreable
nymph
.
And
it
happened
to
be
this
pair
,
of
all
others
,
who
alighted
on
the
sleeping
Christian
—
a
sight
which
at
the
very
first
moment
caused
Mr
Scales
a
vague
pleasure
as
at
an
incident
that
must
lead
to
something
clever
on
his
part
.
To
play
a
trick
,
and
make
some
one
or
other
look
foolish
,
was
held
the
most
pointed
form
of
wit
throughout
the
back
regions
of
the
Manor
,
and
served
as
a
constant
substitute
for
theatrical
entertainment
:
what
the
farce
wanted
in
costume
or
"
make
up
"
it
gained
in
the
reality
of
the
mortification
which
excited
the
general
laughter
.
And
lo
!
here
was
the
offensive
,
the
exasperatingly
cool
and
superior
,
Christian
caught
comparatively
helpless
,
with
his
head
hanging
on
his
shoulder
,
and
one
coat-tail
hanging
out
heavily
below
the
elbow
of
the
rustic
seat
.
It
was
this
coat-tail
which
served
as
a
suggestion
to
Mr
Scales
's
genius
.
Putting
his
finger
up
in
warning
to
Mrs
Cherry
,
and
saying
,
"
Hush
—
be
quiet
—
I
see
a
fine
bit
of
fun
"
—
he
took
a
knife
from
his
pocket
,
stepped
behind
the
unconscious
Christian
,
and
quickly
cut
off
the
pendant
coat-tail
.
Scales
knew
nothing
of
the
errand
to
the
Rectory
;
and
as
he
noticed
that
there
was
something
in
the
pocket
,
thought
it
was
probably
a
large
cigar-case
.
So
much
the
better
—
he
had
no
time
to
pause
.
He
threw
the
coat-tail
as
far
as
he
could
,
and
noticed
that
it
fell
among
the
elms
under
which
they
had
been
walking
.
Then
,
beckoning
to
Mrs
Cherry
,
he
hurried
away
with
her
towards
the
more
open
part
of
the
park
,
not
daring
to
explode
in
laughter
until
it
was
safe
from
the
chance
of
waking
the
sleeper
.
And
then
the
vision
of
the
graceful
well-appointed
Mr
Christian
,
who
sneered
at
Scales
about
his
"
get
up
,
"
having
to
walk
back
to
the
house
with
only
one
tail
to
his
coat
,
was
a
source
of
so
much
enjoyment
to
the
butler
,
that
the
fair
Cherry
began
to
be
quite
jealous
of
the
joke
.
Still
she
admitted
that
it
really
was
funny
,
tittered
intermittently
,
and
pledged
herself
to
secrecy
.
Mr
Scales
explained
to
her
that
Christian
would
try
to
creep
in
unobserved
,
but
that
this
must
be
made
impossible
;
and
he
requested
her
to
imagine
the
figure
this
interloping
fellow
would
cut
when
everybody
was
asking
what
had
happened
.
"
Hallo
,
Christian
!
where
's
your
coat-tail
?
"
would
become
a
proverb
at
the
Manor
,
where
jokes
kept
remarkably
well
without
the
aid
of
salt
;
and
Mr
Christian
's
comb
would
be
cut
so
effectually
that
it
would
take
a
long
time
to
grow
again
.
Exit
Scales
,
laughing
,
and
presenting
a
fine
example
of
dramatic
irony
to
any
one
in
the
secret
of
Fate
.
When
Christian
awoke
,
he
was
shocked
to
find
himself
in
the
twilight
.
He
started
up
,
shook
himself
,
missed
something
,
and
soon
became
aware
what
it
was
he
missed
.
He
did
not
doubt
that
he
had
been
robbed
,
and
he
at
once
foresaw
that
the
consequences
would
be
highly
unpleasant
.
In
no
way
could
the
cause
of
the
accident
be
so
represented
to
Mr
Philip
Debarry
as
to
prevent
him
from
viewing
his
hitherto
unimpeachable
factotum
in
a
new
and
unfavourable
light
.
And
though
Mr
Christian
did
not
regard
his
present
position
as
brilliant
,
he
did
not
see
his
way
to
anything
better
.
A
man
nearly
fifty
who
is
not
always
quite
well
is
seldom
ardently
hopeful
:
he
is
aware
that
this
is
a
world
in
which
merit
is
often
overlooked
.
With
the
idea
of
robbery
in
full
possession
of
his
mind
,
to
peer
about
and
search
in
the
dimness
,
even
if
it
had
occurred
to
him
,
would
have
seemed
a
preposterous
waste
of
time
and
energy
.
He
knew
it
was
likely
that
Mr
Debarry
's
pocket-book
had
important
and
valuable
contents
,
and
that
he
should
deepen
his
offence
by
deferring
his
announcement
of
the
unfortunate
fact
.
He
hastened
back
to
the
house
,
relieved
by
the
obscurity
from
that
mortification
of
his
vanity
on
which
the
butler
had
counted
.
Indeed
,
to
Scales
himself
the
affair
had
already
begun
to
appear
less
thoroughly
jocose
than
he
had
anticipated
.
For
he
observed
that
Christian
's
non-appearance
before
dinner
had
caused
Mr
Debarry
some
consternation
;
and
he
had
gathered
that
the
courier
had
been
sent
on
a
commission
to
the
Rectory
.
"
My
uncle
must
have
detained
him
for
some
reason
or
other
,
"
he
heard
Mr
Philip
say
;
"
but
it
is
odd
.
If
he
were
less
trusty
about
commissions
,
or
had
ever
seemed
to
drink
too
much
,
I
should
be
uneasy
.
"
Altogether
the
affair
was
not
taking
the
turn
Mr
Scales
had
intended
.
At
last
,
when
dinner
had
been
removed
,
and
the
butler
's
chief
duties
were
at
an
end
,
it
was
understood
that
Christian
had
entered
without
his
coat-tail
,
looking
serious
and
even
agitated
;
that
he
had
asked
leave
at
once
to
speak
to
Mr
Debarry
;
and
that
he
was
even
then
in
parley
with
the
gentlemen
in
the
dining-room
.
Scales
was
in
alarm
;
it
must
have
been
some
property
of
Mr
Debarry
's
that
had
weighted
the
pocket
.
He
took
a
lantern
,
got
a
groom
to
accompany
him
with
another
lantern
,
and
with
the
utmost
practicable
speed
reached
the
fatal
spot
in
the
park
.
He
searched
under
the
elms
—
he
was
certain
that
the
pocket
had
fallen
there
—
and
he
found
the
pocket
;
but
he
found
it
empty
,
and
,
in
spite
of
further
search
,
did
not
find
the
contents
,
though
he
had
at
first
consoled
himself
with
thinking
that
they
had
fallen
out
,
and
would
be
lying
not
far
off
.
He
returned
with
the
lanterns
and
the
coat-tail
and
a
most
uncomfortable
consciousness
in
that
great
seat
of
a
butler
's
emotion
,
the
stomach
.
He
had
no
sooner
re-entered
than
he
was
met
by
Mrs
Cherry
,
pale
and
anxious
who
drew
him
aside
to
say
that
if
he
did
n't
tell
everything
,
she
would
;
that
the
constables
were
to
be
sent
for
;
that
there
had
been
no
end
of
banknotes
and
letters
and
things
in
Mr
Debarry
's
pocket-book
,
which
Christian
was
carrying
in
that
very
pocket
Scales
had
cut
off
;
that
the
Rector
was
sent
for
,
the
constable
was
coming
,
and
they
should
all
be
hanged
.
Mr
Scales
's
own
intellect
was
anything
but
clear
as
to
the
possible
issues
.
Crest-fallen
,
and
with
the
coat-tail
in
his
hands
as
an
attestation
that
he
was
innocent
of
anything
more
than
a
joke
,
he
went
and
made
his
confession
.
His
story
relieved
Christian
a
little
,
but
did
not
relieve
Mr
Debarry
,
who
was
more
annoyed
at
the
loss
of
the
letters
,
and
the
chance
of
their
getting
into
hands
that
might
make
use
of
them
,
than
at
the
loss
of
the
bank-notes
.
Nothing
could
be
done
for
the
present
,
but
that
the
Rector
,
who
was
a
magistrate
,
should
instruct
the
constables
,
and
that
the
spot
in
the
park
indicated
by
Scales
should
again
be
carefully
searched
.
This
was
done
,
but
in
vain
;
and
many
of
the
family
at
the
Manor
had
disturbed
sleep
that
night
.
CHAPTER
XIII
.
"
Give
sorrow
leave
awhile
,
to
tutor
me
To
this
submission
.
"
Richard
II
.
Meanwhile
Felix
Holt
had
been
making
his
way
back
from
Sproxton
to
Treby
in
some
irritation
and
bitterness
of
spirit
.
For
a
little
while
he
walked
slowly
along
the
direct
road
,
hoping
that
Mr
Johnson
would
overtake
him
,
in
which
case
he
would
have
the
pleasure
of
quarrelling
with
him
,
and
telling
him
what
he
thought
of
his
intentions
in
coming
to
cant
at
the
Sugar
Loaf
.
But
he
presently
checked
himself
in
this
folly
and
turned
off
again
towards
the
canal
,
that
he
might
avoid
the
temptation
of
getting
into
a
passion
to
no
purpose
.
"
Where
's
the
good
,
"
he
thought
,
"
of
pulling
at
such
a
tangled
skein
as
this
electioneering
trickery
?
As
long
as
three-fourths
of
the
men
in
this
country
see
nothing
in
an
election
but
self-interest
,
and
nothing
in
self-interest
but
some
form
of
greed
,
one
might
as
well
try
to
purify
the
proceedings
of
the
fishes
and
say
to
a
hungry
cod-fish
—
'
My
good
friend
,
abstain
;
do
n't
goggle
your
eyes
so
,
or
show
such
a
stupid
gluttonous
mouth
,
or
think
the
little
fishes
are
worth
nothing
except
in
relation
to
your
own
inside
.
'
He
'd
be
open
to
no
argument
short
of
crimping
him
.
I
should
get
into
a
rage
with
this
fellow
,
and
perhaps
end
by
thrashing
him
.
There
's
some
reason
in
me
as
long
as
I
keep
my
temper
,
but
my
rash
humour
is
drunkenness
without
wine
.
I
should
n't
wonder
if
he
upsets
all
my
plans
with
these
colliers
.
Of
course
he
's
going
to
treat
them
for
the
sake
of
getting
up
a
posse
at
the
nomination
and
speechifyings
.
They
'll
drink
double
,
and
never
come
near
me
on
a
Saturday
evening
.
I
do
n't
know
what
sort
of
man
Transome
really
is
.
It
's
no
use
my
speaking
to
anybody
else
,
but
if
I
could
get
at
him
,
he
might
put
a
veto
on
this
thing
.
Though
,
when
once
the
men
have
been
promised
and
set
agoing
,
the
mischief
is
likely
to
be
past
mending
.
Hang
the
Liberal
cod-fish
!
I
should
n't
have
minded
so
much
if
he
'd
been
a
Tory
!
"
Felix
went
along
in
the
twilight
struggling
in
this
way
with
the
intricacies
of
life
,
which
would
certainly
be
greatly
simplified
if
corrupt
practices
were
the
invariable
mark
of
wrong
opinions
.
When
he
had
crossed
the
common
and
had
entered
the
park
,
the
overshadowing
trees
deepened
the
grey
gloom
of
the
evening
;
it
was
useless
to
try
and
keep
the
blind
path
,
and
he
could
only
be
careful
that
his
steps
should
be
bent
in
the
direction
of
the
park-gate
.
He
was
striding
along
rapidly
now
,
whistling
"
Bannockburn
"
in
a
subdued
way
as
an
accompaniment
to
his
inward
discussion
,
when
something
smooth
and
soft
on
which
his
foot
alighted
arrested
him
with
an
unpleasant
startling
sensation
,
and
made
him
stoop
to
examine
the
object
he
was
treading
on
.
He
found
it
to
be
a
large
leather
pocket-book
swelled
by
its
contents
,
and
fastened
with
a
sealed
ribbon
as
well
as
a
clasp
.
In
stooping
he
saw
about
a
yard
off
something
whitish
and
square
lying
on
the
dark
grass
.
This
was
an
ornamental
note-book
of
pale
leather
stamped
with
gold
.
Apparently
it
had
burst
open
in
falling
,
and
out
of
the
pocket
,
formed
by
the
cover
,
there
protruded
a
small
gold
chain
about
four
inches
long
,
with
various
seals
and
other
trifles
attached
to
it
by
a
ring
at
the
end
.
Felix
thrust
the
chain
back
,
and
finding
that
the
clasp
of
the
note-book
was
broken
,
he
closed
it
and
thrust
it
into
his
side-pocket
,
walking
along
under
some
annoyance
that
fortune
had
made
him
the
finder
of
articles
belonging
most
probably
to
one
of
the
family
at
Treby
Manor
.
He
was
much
too
proud
a
man
to
like
any
contact
with
the
aristocracy
,
and
he
could
still
less
endure
coming
within
speech
of
their
servants
.
Some
plan
must
be
devised
by
which
he
could
avoid
carrying
these
things
up
to
the
Manor
himself
:
he
thought
at
first
of
leaving
them
at
the
lodge
,
but
he
had
a
scruple
against
placing
property
,
of
which
the
ownership
was
after
all
uncertain
,
in
the
hands
of
persons
unknown
to
him
.
It
was
possible
that
the
large
pocket-book
contained
papers
of
high
importance
,
and
that
it
did
not
belong
to
any
of
the
Debarry
family
.
He
resolved
at
last
to
carry
his
findings
to
Mr
Lyon
,
who
would
perhaps
be
good-natured
enough
to
save
him
from
the
necessary
transactions
with
the
people
at
the
Manor
by
undertaking
those
transactions
himself
.
With
this
determination
he
walked
straight
to
Malthouse
Yard
,
and
waited
outside
the
chapel
until
the
congregation
was
dispersing
,
when
he
passed
along
the
aisle
to
the
vestry
in
order
to
speak
to
the
minister
in
private
.
But
Mr
Lyon
was
not
alone
when
Felix
entered
.
Mr
Nuttwood
,
the
grocer
,
who
was
one
of
the
deacons
,
was
complaining
to
him
about
the
obstinate
demeanour
of
the
singers
,
who
had
declined
to
change
the
tunes
in
accordance
with
a
change
in
the
selection
of
hymns
,
and
had
stretched
short
metre
into
long
out
of
pure
wilfulness
and
defiance
,
irreverently
adapting
the
most
sacred
monosyllables
to
a
multitude
of
wandering
quavers
,
arranged
,
it
was
to
be
feared
,
by
some
musician
who
was
inspired
by
conceit
rather
than
by
the
true
spirit
of
psalmody
.
"
Come
in
,
my
friend
,
"
said
Mr
Lyon
,
smiling
at
Felix
,
and
then
continuing
in
a
faint
voice
,
while
he
wiped
the
perspiration
from
his
brow
and
bald
crown
,
"
Brother
Nuttwood
,
we
must
be
content
to
carry
a
thorn
in
our
sides
while
the
necessities
of
our
imperfect
state
demand
that
there
should
be
a
body
set
apart
and
called
a
choir
,
whose
special
office
it
is
to
lead
the
singing
,
not
because
they
are
more
disposed
to
the
devout
uplifting
of
praise
,
but
because
they
are
endowed
with
better
vocal
organs
,
and
have
attained
more
of
the
musician
's
art
.
For
all
office
,
unless
it
be
accompanied
by
peculiar
grace
,
becomes
,
as
it
were
,
a
diseased
organ
,
seeking
to
make
itself
too
much
of
a
centre
.
Singers
,
specially
so
called
,
are
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
an
anomaly
among
us
who
seek
to
reduce
the
Church
to
its
primitive
simplicity
,
and
to
cast
away
all
that
may
obstruct
the
direct
communion
of
spirit
with
spirit
.
"
"
They
are
so
headstrong
,
"
said
Mr
Nuttwood
,
in
a
tone
of
sad
perplexity
,
"
that
if
we
dealt
not
warily
with
them
,
they
might
end
in
dividing
the
church
,
even
now
that
we
have
had
the
chapel
enlarged
.
Brother
Kemp
would
side
with
them
,
and
draw
the
half
part
of
the
members
after
him
.
I
cannot
but
think
it
a
snare
when
a
professing
Christian
has
a
bass
voice
like
Brother
Kemp
's
.
It
makes
him
desire
to
be
heard
of
men
;
but
the
weaker
song
of
the
humble
may
have
more
power
in
the
ear
of
God
.
"
"
Do
you
think
it
any
better
vanity
to
flatter
yourself
that
God
likes
to
hear
you
,
though
men
do
n't
?
"
said
Felix
,
with
unwarrantable
bluntness
.
The
civil
grocer
was
prepared
to
be
scandalised
by
anything
that
came
from
Felix
.
In
common
with
many
hearers
in
Malthouse
Yard
,
he
already
felt
an
objection
to
a
young
man
who
was
notorious
for
having
interfered
in
a
question
of
wholesale
and
retail
,
which
should
have
been
left
to
Providence
.
Old
Mr
Holt
,
being
a
church
member
,
had
probably
had
"
leadings
"
which
were
more
to
be
relied
on
than
his
son
's
boasted
knowledge
.
In
any
case
,
a
little
visceral
disturbance
and
inward
chastisement
to
the
consumers
of
questionable
medicines
would
tend
less
to
obscure
the
divine
glory
than
a
show
of
punctilious
morality
in
one
who
was
not
a
"
professor
.
"
Besides
,
how
was
it
to
be
known
that
the
medicines
would
not
be
blessed
,
if
taken
with
due
trust
in
a
higher
influence
?
A
Christian
must
consider
not
the
medicines
alone
in
their
relation
to
our
frail
bodies
(
which
are
dust
)
,
but
the
medicines
with
Omnipotence
behind
them
.
Hence
a
pious
vendor
will
look
for
"
leadings
,
"
and
he
is
likely
to
find
them
in
the
cessation
of
demand
and
the
disproportion
of
expenses
and
returns
.
The
grocer
was
thus
on
his
guard
against
the
presumptuous
disputant
.
"
Mr
Lyon
may
understand
you
,
sir
,
"
he
replied
.
"
He
seems
to
be
fond
of
your
conversation
.
But
you
have
too
much
of
the
pride
of
human
learning
for
me
.
I
follow
no
new
lights
.
"
"
Then
follow
an
old
one
,
"
said
Felix
,
mischievously
disposed
towards
a
sleek
tradesman
.
"
Follow
the
light
of
the
old-fashioned
Presbyterians
that
I
've
heard
sing
at
Glasgow
.
The
preacher
gives
out
the
psalm
,
and
then
everybody
sings
a
different
tune
,
as
it
happens
to
turn
up
in
their
throats
.
It
's
a
domineering
thing
to
set
a
tune
and
expect
everybody
else
to
follow
it
.
It
's
a
denial
of
private
judgment
.
"
"
Hush
,
hush
,
my
young
friend
,
"
said
Mr
Lyon
,
hurt
by
this
levity
,
which
glanced
at
himself
as
well
as
at
the
deacon
.
"
Play
not
with
paradoxes
.
That
caustic
which
you
handle
in
order
to
scorch
others
,
may
happen
to
sear
your
own
fingers
and
make
them
dead
to
the
quality
of
things
.
'
Tis
difficult
enough
to
see
our
way
and
keep
our
torch
steady
in
this
dim
labyrinth
:
to
whirl
the
torch
and
dazzle
the
eyes
of
our
fellow-seekers
is
a
poor
daring
,
and
may
end
in
total
darkness
.
You
yourself
are
a
lover
of
freedom
,
and
a
bold
rebel
against
usurping
authority
.
But
the
right
to
rebellion
is
the
right
to
seek
a
higher
rule
,
and
not
to
wander
in
mere
lawlessness
.
Wherefore
,
I
beseech
you
,
seem
not
to
say
that
liberty
is
licence
.
And
I
apprehend
—
though
I
am
not
endowed
with
an
ear
to
seize
those
earthly
harmonies
,
which
to
some
devout
souls
have
seemed
,
as
it
were
,
the
broken
echoes
of
the
heavenly
choir
—
I
apprehend
that
there
is
a
law
in
music
,
disobedience
whereunto
would
bring
us
in
our
singing
to
the
level
of
shrieking
maniacs
or
howling
beasts
:
so
that
herein
we
are
well
instructed
how
true
liberty
can
be
nought
but
the
transfer
of
obedience
from
the
will
of
one
or
of
a
few
men
to
that
will
which
is
the
norm
or
rule
for
all
men
.
And
though
the
transfer
may
sometimes
be
but
an
erroneous
direction
of
search
,
yet
is
the
search
good
and
necessary
to
the
ultimate
finding
.
And
even
as
in
music
,
where
all
obey
and
concur
to
one
end
,
so
that
each
has
the
joy
of
contributing
to
a
whole
whereby
he
is
ravished
and
lifted
up
into
the
courts
of
heaven
,
so
will
it
be
in
that
crowning
time
of
the
millennial
regin
,
when
our
daily
prayer
will
be
fulfilled
,
and
one
law
shall
be
written
on
all
hearts
,
and
be
the
very
structure
of
all
thought
,
and
be
the
principle
of
all
action
.
"
Tired
,
even
exhausted
,
as
the
minister
had
been
when
Felix
Holt
entered
,
the
gathering
excitement
of
speech
gave
more
and
more
energy
to
his
voice
and
manner
;
he
walked
away
from
the
vestry
table
,
he
paused
,
and
came
back
to
it
;
he
walked
away
again
,
then
came
back
,
and
ended
with
his
deepesttoned
largo
,
keeping
his
hands
clasped
behind
him
,
while
his
brown
eyes
were
bright
with
the
lasting
youthfulness
of
enthusiastic
thought
and
love
.
But
to
any
one
who
had
no
share
in
the
energies
that
were
thrilling
his
little
body
,
he
would
have
looked
queer
enough
.
No
sooner
had
he
finished
his
eager
speech
,
than
he
held
out
his
hand
to
the
deacon
,
and
said
,
in
his
former
faint
tone
of
fatigue
,
"
God
be
with
you
,
brother
.
We
shall
meet
tomorrow
,
and
we
will
see
what
can
be
done
to
subdue
these
refractory
spirits
.
"
When
the
deacon
was
gone
,
Felix
said
,
"
Forgive
me
,
Mr
Lyon
;
I
was
wrong
,
and
you
are
right
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
my
friend
;
you
have
that
mark
of
grace
within
you
,
that
you
are
ready
to
acknowledge
the
justice
of
a
rebuke
.
Sit
down
;
you
have
something
to
say
—
some
packet
there
.
"
They
sat
down
at
a
corner
of
the
small
table
,
and
Felix
drew
the
note-book
from
his
pocket
to
lay
it
down
with
the
pocket-book
,
saying
,
"
