Part 23 (1/2)

”He hasn't got it, you know,” said Humphrey, with weary patience. ”He and Clark have both got a bit, but not enough, and I can't do anything for them at the moment. Denny Croft has cost a lot more than I thought it would to put right, and I haven't got a bob to spare.”

”Now, look here, Humphrey. I'm not going to do it, and that's flat.

Apart altogether from the fact that I don't think Gotch has behaved well, and I feel myself relieved of all obligation to him now, I object to this emptying of the country that's going on. As long as there are places in England for men like Gotch, I say it's their duty to stay by the old country. Supposing every keeper and farm-hand and so on on this place took it into his head to go off to Canada, where should we be, I should like to know? It's the duty of the people on the land to stick together, or the whole basis of society goes. _I_ stick here and do my duty in _my_ sphere; _I_ don't want to go rus.h.i.+ng off to Canada; and I expect others in _their_ sphere to do the same. It's quite certain I'm not going to put down money to help them to run away from their duty. So let's have no more talk about it.”

Humphrey did not seem to have been listening very closely to this speech. He did not reply to it.

”Something very disagreeable has happened,” he said. ”I don't want to tell you the details of it. But it is important that Clark should be got out of the country as soon as possible.”

The Squire stared at him, and marked for the first time his serious face. ”What do you mean?” he asked. ”What has happened?”

”I don't want to tell you more than this, that Clark has it in her power to make mischief. I hope you won't ask any more, but will take my word for it; it's very serious mischief. It's _she_ who wants to go to Canada. I think if Gotch had been left to himself he would have accepted your offer; and I know he is upset at the way you have taken his refusal. Do, for G.o.d's sake, let him have what he wants, and take her off, or I don't know what won't happen.”

His ordinary level speech had become agitated, but he returned to himself again as he said quietly, ”I've said more than I meant to.

Take it from me that I'm not exaggerating, and do what I ask, for your own sake as well as mine.”

A stormy gleam of light had broken over the Squire's puzzled features.

”Do you mean to tell me that you're in disgrace--with this woman?” he asked.

Humphrey looked at him, and then laughed, without amus.e.m.e.nt. ”Oh, it's nothing like that,” he said. ”But disgrace--yes. It will amount to that for all of us. Mud will stick, and she's prepared to throw it.

She has said nothing to Gotch, and has promised not to. She'll say nothing to anybody, if we lend Gotch the money. That's all he wants, you know. He'll pay it back when he's made his way. We must lend him three hundred pounds. He's a steady man and safe. I'd give it him, if I had it. It's the greatest luck in the world that we can close her mouth in that way. Oh, you _must_ do it, father.”

He had become agitated again; and it was the rarest thing for him to show agitation.

The Squire was impressed. ”I don't say I won't,” he said; ”but you must show me some cause, Humphrey. I don't understand it yet. And anyhow, I'm not going to pay blackmail, you know. What's the story this woman has got hold of--if you've done nothing, as you say?”

”No, I've done nothing. I don't want to tell you her story, father; and it will do you no good to hear it. Besides, it simply _must_ be kept from getting out. You tell a thing in confidence to one person, and they tell it in confidence to another; and it's public property and the mischief done before you know where you are.”

”I shan't tell a soul.”

”Can't you just trust me, and think no more about it?”

”No, I can't, Humphrey. You must tell me what it's all about. I can't act in the dark.”

Humphrey sat silent, looking on the ground, while the Squire, with a troubled look on his face, waited for him to speak.

He looked up. ”Will you promise me definitely that you'll keep it absolutely to yourself?” he asked. ”Mother mustn't know, or d.i.c.k, or anybody.”

”Why not? Neither of them would breathe a word.”

”I won't tell it to more than one person. If you won't promise to keep it sacred and give n.o.body a hint that might put them on the scent, I'll tell somebody else. I _must_ tell somebody, and get advice, as well as money.”

”I don't keep things from d.i.c.k,” said the Squire slowly, ”and very seldom from your mother. I'm not a man who likes hugging a secret. If I give you this promise it will be a weight on me. But I'll do it if you a.s.sure me that there is some special reason why neither of those two shall be told. I think they ought to be, if it's a question of disgrace, and a way of averting it. I shouldn't like to trust myself to give you the right advice, without consulting them--or at any rate, d.i.c.k.”

Humphrey considered again. ”No, I won't risk it,” he said. ”Yes; there _is_ a special reason. It is not to be a matter of consultation, except between you and me.”

”Very well,” said the Squire unwillingly, ”I will tell n.o.body.”

”Not even if they see something is wrong, and press you?”