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Peter succeeded in due course to the estate of Ballawhaine, but he was not a lawyer, and the line of the Deemsters Christian was broken. Meantime Thomas Wilson Christian had been married to Mona Crellin without delay. As soon as she became his wife he realised the price he had paid for her. Happiness could not come of such a beginning.
"That man would be a poor bargain, Kate, if he were twenty times the heir of Ballawhaine. Can't you gather from his conversation what his life and companions are? Of course it's nothing to me, Kate " "No, it's nothing to you," whimpered Kate, from behind both hands. "I've no right " "Of course not; you've no right," said Kate, and she stole a look sideways. "Only "
"Maybe so, but the devil is fishing where yonder fellow's swimming," answered Cæsar. "And the ould man the Ballawhaine still above the sod?" bawled Pete behind his hand. "Yes, but failing, failing, failing," shouted Cæsar. "The world's getting too heavy for the man. Debts here, and debts there, and debts everywhere." "Not much water in the harbour then, eh?" cried Pete.
"Why not the church at home?" "The church would have been my own choice, Peter, but his father " The Ballawhaine crossed his leg over his knee. "His father was always a man of a high stomach, ma'am," he said. Then facing towards Philip, "Your idea would be to return to the island." "Yes," said Philip. "Practice as an advocate, and push your way to insular preferment?"
The Ballawhaine sank into the chair, took a handkerchief out of his tails with the hand that had been lurking there, and began to mop his forehead. "Eh? How? What d'ye mean, boy?" he stammered. "I mane," said Pete, "that if I kept that money there is people would say my mother was a bad woman, and you bought her and paid her I'm hearing the like at some of them." He took a step nearer.
It's mine, and if there's law in the land I'll have it." Meanwhile, Pete, with the dull thud in his ears of earth falling on a coffin, had made his way down to Ballawhaine. He had never been there before, and he felt confused, but he did not tremble.
There was a big hairy mole near the joint of the first finger. "Aisy, sir, if you plaze," said Pete; "she was telling me you gave her this." He turned up the corner of his jersey, tugged out of his pocket, from behind his flaps, the eighty Manx bank-notes, and held them in his right hand on the table. There was a mole at the joint of Pete's first finger also. The Ballawhaine saw it.
He slept little at night, and as often as he closed his eyes certain voices of mocking and reproach seemed to be constantly humming in his ears. "Your son!" they would cry. "What is to become of him? Your dreams! Your great dreams! Deemster! Ballawhaine! God knows what! You are leaving the boy; who is to bring him up? His mother? Think of it!"
Fine doings up at Ballure, seemingly." "Nothing fresh with yourself then, Daniel? No?" "Except that I am middling sick of these late sailings, and the sooner they're building us a breakwater the better. If the young Deemster will get that for us, he'll do." They were nearing a lamp at the corner of the marketplace. "It's like you know the young Ballawhaine crossed with the boat to-night?
You never come to Ballawhaine now. I see! Oh, I see! Too busy with the women to remember an old man. They're all talking of you. Putting the comather on them, eh? I know, I know; don't tell me." Philip's way home lay through the town, but he made a circuit of the country, across Onchan, so heartsick was he, so utterly choked with bitter feelings.
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