as it rested on his
walking-stick.
'Mr. Wendover,' he said, speaking at last with a flash of answering
scorn in his young vibrating voice, 'what I think you cannot understand
is that at any moment a human creature may sicken and die, poisoned by
the state of your property, for which you--and nobody else--are
ultimately responsible.'
The squire shrugged his shoulders.
'So you say, Mr. Elsmere. If true, every person in such a condition has
a remedy in his own hands. I force no one to remain on my property.'
'The people who live there,' exclaimed Robert, 'have neither home nor
subsistence if they are driven out. Murewell is full--times bad--most of
the people old.'
'And eviction "a sentence of death," I suppose, 'interrupted the squire,
studying him with sarcastic eyes. 'Well, I have no belief in a
Gladstonian Ireland, still less in a Radical England. Supply and demand,
cause and effect, are enough for me. The Mile End cottages are out of
repair, Mr. Elsmere, so Mr. Henslowe tells me, because the site is
unsuitable, the type of cottage out of date. People live in them at
their peril; I don't pull them down, or rather'--correcting himself with
exasperating consistency--'Mr. Henslowe doesn't pull them down, because,
like other men, I suppose, he dislikes an outcry. But if the population
stays, it stays at its own risk. Now have I made myself plain?'
The two men eyed one another.
'Perfectly plain,' said Robert quietly. 'Allow me to remind you, Mr.
Wendover, that there are other matters than eviction capable of
provoking an outcry.'
'As you please,' said the other indifferently. 'I have no doubt I shall
find myself in the newspapers before long. If so, I daresay I shall
manage to put up with it. Society is made up of fanatics and the
creatures they hunt. If I am to be hunted, I shall be in good company.'
Robert stood hat in hand, tormented with a dozen crosscurrents of
feeling. He was forcibly struck with the blind and comparatively
motiveless pugnacity of the squire's conduct. There was an extravagance
in it which for the first time recalled to him old Meyrick's
lucubrations.
'I have done no good, I see, Mr. Wendover,' he said at last, slowly. 'I
wish I could have induced you to do an act of justice and mercy. I wish
I could have made you think more kindly of myself. I have failed in
both. It is useless to keep you any longer. Good-morning.'
He bowed. The squire also bent forward. At that moment Robe
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