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His object was not the exposure of Marway, but the protection of his master's daughter: he would, therefore, wait Mr. Shotover's return. He said to himself also, that Marway would thereby have a chance to bethink himself, and, like Hamlet's uncle, "try what repentance can." As soon as he had put the bank in order for the night, he went to find his little companion, and take her to Noah's ark.
Does her father know that you are in the clutches of a money-lender?" Marway caught hold of Clare and threatened to kill him. Clare did not flinch, and he calmed down a little. "What do you want to square it?" he growled. "I don't understand you," returned Clare. "What's the size of your tongue-plaster?" "I don't know much slang." "What bribe will silence you then?
Shotover was a connection by marriage, which gave Marway the privilege of being regarded by Miss Shotover as a cousin a privilege with desirable possibilities contingent, making him anxious to retain the good opinion of his employer.
Clare heard the money-lender grant him a renewal for three months, when, if Marway did not pay, or were not the accepted suitor of the lady whose fortune was to redeem him, his creditor would take his course.
Marway," began Clare, "I heard a great deal of what passed between you and old Lewin." Marway used worse than vulgar language at times, and he did so now, ending with the words, "A spy! a sneaking spy! Would you like to lick my boot? By Jove, you shall know the taste of it!" "Nobody minds being overheard who hasn't something to conceal!
He knows how to brush a boot! You ain't worth your salt! You ain't fit to black a donkey's hoofs!" "Give me the brushes, my boy," said Clare. The boy rose abashed, and obeyed. After a few of Clare's light rapid strokes, the boots looked very different. "Bravo, Nursie!" cried Marway. "There ain't a flunkey of you all could do it better!" Clare said nothing, finished the job, and stood up.
Then Clare saw that his desire to do justice had thwarted his endeavour: Marway had seen Miss Shotover, he concluded, and had so thoroughly prejudiced her against anything he might say, that she had already taken the child from him! He repented that he had told him his purpose before he was ready to follow it up with immediate action.
"You cringing flunkey!" "I haven't cringed to you, Mr. Marway!" Marway tried to kick him, failed, and strode into the dark between him and the lamps of the town. The cage of the puma. Marway was a fine, handsome fellow, whose manners, where he saw reason, soon won him favour, and two of the young men in the office were his ready slaves. Every moment of the next day Clare was watched.
Clare seemed absorbed in his game with his four-footed, one-tailed friends, but he was wide awake: he had Abdiel to deliver, and kept, therefore, all the time, at least half an eye on Glum Gunn. He saw Marway come up to him, and saw them retire together: it was the very moment to leave the cage with Abdiel!
"What I was doing is my business," answered Clare. "Had I known you for an honest man I would not have listened to yours. I should have had no right." "You tell me to my face I'm a swindler!" said Marway between his teeth, letting out a blow at Clare, which he cleverly dodged. "I do!" "I don't know what you mean, but bitterly shall you repent your insolence, you prying rascal!
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