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Why shouldn't she? Women's women. He'd ha' wanted to talk about her." "Who is `he'?" asked Joan with stiff lips. "The Temple Barholm as' 'd be here if he was na." Joan turned to Tembarom. "Do you come here to talk to this boy about HIM?" she said. "How dare you!" Tummas's eyes snapped; his voice snapped also. "He knew next to nowt about him till I towd him," he said.
"I will give you a sovereign if you'll let me see the map you and Mr. Temple Barholm used to look at and talk so much about." He laid the sovereign down on the small table by Tummas's sofa, but Tummas did not pick it up. "I know who tha art. Tha'rt Palliser, an' tha wast th' one as said as him as was killed in th' Klondike had coom back alive."
That's not going to worry me," Tembarom replied uncombatively. Tummas's eyes bored deeper into him. "Does na tha care?" he demanded. "What should I care for? Let every fellow enjoy himself his own way." "Tha'rt not a bit like one o' th' gentry," said Tummas. "Tha'rt quite a common chap. Tha'rt as common as me, for aw tha foine clothes." "People are common enough, anyhow," said Tembarom.
"Burrill towd as he heard thee say tha'd swear in court as it was th' one as was killed as tha'd seen." "That's Burrill's story, not mine. And Burrill had better keep his mouth shut," said Palliser. "If it were true, how would you like it? I've heard you were interested in 'th' one as was killed." Tummas's eyes burned troublously. "I've got reet down taken wi' th' other un," he answered.
Perhaps the interest he himself had felt in the tragic story gave his voice a tone somewhat responsive to Tummas's own mood, for Tummas, after one more boring glance, let himself go. His interest in this special subject was, it revealed itself, a sort of obsession. The history of Jem Temple Barholm had been the one drama of his short life. "Aye, I was thinkin' o' him," he said.
This was touching upon a sore point, but Jeanie was spared the pain of replying by the entrance of the same man-servant she had seen before. "Measter wishes to see the young woman from Scotland," was Tummas's address. "Go to his Reverence, my dear, as fast as you can, and tell him all your story his Reverence is a kind man," said Mrs. Dalton.
This was touching upon a sore point, but Jeanie was spared the pain of replying by the entrance of the same man-servant she had seen before. "Measter wishes to see the young woman from Scotland," was Tummas's address. "Go to his Reverence, my dear, as fast as you can, and tell him all your story his Reverence is a kind man," said Mrs. Dalton.
One o' th' owd servants towd mother it wur theer." This was a natural stimulus to interest and curiosity. "Which one is it? Jinks! I'd like to see it myself. Do you know which one it is? There's hundreds of them." "No, I dunnot know," was Tummas's dispirited answer, "an' neither does mother. Th' woman as knew left when owd Temple Barholm deed." "Tummas," broke in Mrs.
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