Part 14 (2/2)

”I'm afeard I mustn't! Mr. Henchard said----”

”I don't care what Mr. Henchard said, nor anybody else! 'Tis simple foolishness to do this. Go and dress yourself instantly Whittle.”

”Hullo, hullo!” said Henchard, coming up behind. ”Who's sending him back?”

All the men looked towards Farfrae.

”I am,” said Donald. ”I say this joke has been carried far enough.”

”And I say it hasn't! Get up in the waggon, Whittle.”

”Not if I am manager,” said Farfrae. ”He either goes home, or I march out of this yard for good.”

Henchard looked at him with a face stern and red. But he paused for a moment, and their eyes met. Donald went up to him, for he saw in Henchard's look that he began to regret this.

”Come,” said Donald quietly, ”a man o' your position should ken better, sir! It is tyrannical and no worthy of you.”

”'Tis not tyrannical!” murmured Henchard, like a sullen boy. ”It is to make him remember!” He presently added, in a tone of one bitterly hurt: ”Why did you speak to me before them like that, Farfrae? You might have stopped till we were alone. Ah--I know why! I've told ye the secret o'

my life--fool that I was to do't--and you take advantage of me!”

”I had forgot it,” said Farfrae simply.

Henchard looked on the ground, said nothing more, and turned away.

During the day Farfrae learnt from the men that Henchard had kept Abel's old mother in coals and snuff all the previous winter, which made him less antagonistic to the corn-factor. But Henchard continued moody and silent, and when one of the men inquired of him if some oats should be hoisted to an upper floor or not, he said shortly, ”Ask Mr. Farfrae.

He's master here!”

Morally he was; there could be no doubt of it. Henchard, who had hitherto been the most admired man in his circle, was the most admired no longer. One day the daughters of a deceased farmer in Durnover wanted an opinion of the value of their haystack, and sent a messenger to ask Mr. Farfrae to oblige them with one. The messenger, who was a child, met in the yard not Farfrae, but Henchard.

”Very well,” he said. ”I'll come.”

”But please will Mr. Farfrae come?” said the child.

”I am going that way....Why Mr. Farfrae?” said Henchard, with the fixed look of thought. ”Why do people always want Mr. Farfrae?”

”I suppose because they like him so--that's what they say.”

”Oh--I see--that's what they say--hey? They like him because he's cleverer than Mr. Henchard, and because he knows more; and, in short, Mr. Henchard can't hold a candle to him--hey?”

”Yes--that's just it, sir--some of it.”

”Oh, there's more? Of course there's more! What besides? Come, here's a sixpence for a fairing.”

”'And he's better tempered, and Henchard's a fool to him,' they say.

And when some of the women were a-walking home they said, 'He's a diment--he's a chap o' wax--he's the best--he's the horse for my money,'

says they. And they said, 'He's the most understanding man o' them two by long chalks. I wish he was the master instead of Henchard,' they said.”

”They'll talk any nonsense,” Henchard replied with covered gloom. ”Well, you can go now. And I am coming to value the hay, d'ye hear?--I.” The boy departed, and Henchard murmured, ”Wish he were master here, do they?”

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