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"What difference does that make?" he demanded. "None," said Victoria. But a vision of Mr. Billings rose before her. He had been pointed out to her as the man who had opposed Austen in the Meader suit. "If the bishop of the diocese signed it, I would not believe that Austen Vane had anything to do with the matter." "Ah, you defend him!" cried Mr. Flint. "I thought so I thought so.
You served 'em right when you made 'em pay that Meader man six thousand dollars, and I told Hilary so." She paused, and stared at Austen fixedly as a thought came into her head. "You ain't leavin' him because of this trouble, are you, Austen?" "Phrasie," he said, "I I don't want to quarrel with him now. I think it would be easy to quarrel with him."
"The question is for you to decide whether you can get more money by a settlement." "Money!" cried Zeb Meader, "I have found it pretty hard to git, but there's some things I won't do for it.
"And I want to tell you one thing, as an old man. I've been talkin' to Putnam County folks some, and you hain't lost nothin' by this." "How am I to get along without the friendship of Brush Bascom?" asked Austen, soberly. Mr. Meader, who had become used to this mild sort of humour, relaxed sufficiently to laugh. "Brush did seem a mite disgruntled," he remarked.
"So your son, the son of the man who has been my legal adviser and confidant and friend for thirty years, is going to join the Crewel and Tootings in their assaults on established decency and order! He's out for cheap political preferment, too, is he? By thunder! I thought that he had some such thing in his mind when he came in here and threw his pass in my face and took that Meader suit.
"I took particular pains to do so." "Hand 'em over to Tooting. What kind of man is this Meagre?" "He is rather meagre now," said Austen, smiling a little. "His name's Meader." "Is he likely to make a fuss?" "I think he is," said Austen.
"So your son, the son of the man who has been my legal adviser and confidant and friend for thirty years, is going to join the Crewel and Tootings in their assaults on established decency and order! He's out for cheap political preferment, too, is he? By thunder! I thought that he had some such thing in his mind when he came in here and threw his pass in my face and took that Meader suit.
You probably remember him in that Meader case, he isn't a man one would be likely to forget, and I know that this quarrel with his father isn't of Austen's seeking." "Oughtn't he to be told at once?" said Victoria. "Yes," said the doctor; "time is valuable, and we can't predict what Hilary will do. At any rate, Austen ought to know but the trouble is, he's at Jenney's farm.
In that case I should have to advise you to accept." He was aware that, while he made this statement, Zeb Meader's eyes were riveted on him, and he knew that the farmer was weighing him in the balance. "Sell out?" exclaimed Mr. Meader. "You advise me to sell out?" Austen did not get angry. He understood this man and the people from which he sprang.
Then he asked me a whole raft of questions about fellows in the neighbourhood I didn't know he'd ever heard of. Say, he wants to go from Leith to the Legislature." "He can go for all I care," said Austen, as he pushed open the door of the restaurant. For a few days Mr. Meader hung between life and death.
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