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Two lean fellows, rather alike, with lined faces and bitten, drooped moustaches, were the next to come through the yard gate. They halted behind Gaunt, touching their forelocks, shuffling a little, and looking sidelong at each other. And Malloring waited. Five past four! Ten past! Then he said: "D'you mind telling the others that I'm here?"
What that had to do with the land problem or the regulation of village morality Malloring had been unable to perceive. It all depended on what one was accustomed to; and in any case threw no light on the question, as to whether or not he was to tolerate on his estate conduct of which his wife and himself distinctly disapproved.
It would be very interesting. Yes, Clara quite saw all that, but and here she sank her voice so that there was hardly any left as Felix was going over there, she really must put him au courant with the heart of this matter. Lady Malloring had told her the whole story.
Perceiving at last that if he did not speak they would continue sitting there dumb till it was time for him to go, Malloring said: "Look here, Freeland; about my wife and yours and Tryst and the Gaunts, and all the rest of it! It's a pity, isn't it? This is a small place, you know. What's your own feeling?" Tod answered: "A man has only one life." Malloring was a little puzzled. "In this world.
Gerald Malloring an excellent fellow, as could be seen from his face of strictly Norman architecture, with blue stained-glass windows rather deep set in had only one defect: he was not a poet. Not that this would have seemed to him anything but an advantage, had he been aware of it. His was one of those high-principled natures who hold that breadth is synonymous with weakness.
They came away, therefore, from this encounter with the enemy a little dazed by the discovery that Lady Malloring in her bones believed that she was right. It confused them, and heated the fires of their anger. They had shaken off all private dust before Sheila spoke. "They're all like that can't see or feel simply certain they're superior! It makes it makes me hate them! It's terrible, ghastly."
"Will you ask Sir Gerald and Lady Malloring if Miss Freeland and Mr. Derek Freeland could see them, please; and will you say the matter is urgent?" The man bowed, left them, and soon came back. "My lady will see you, miss; Sir Gerald is not in. This way."
"No; but when you talk of his directing other people, you forget that he is doing what they couldn't." "He may be doing what they couldn't; but ordinary directive ability is not born in a man; it's acquired by habit and training. Suppose fortune had reversed them at birth, the Gaunt or Tryst would by now have it and the Malloring would not.
He seemed to speak of them as one might speak generically of Hodge, which had struck Malloring as singular, it not being his habit to see anything in common between an individual case, especially on his own estate, and the ethics of a general proposition. The place for general propositions was undoubtedly the House of Commons, where they could be supported one way or the other, out of blue books.
But, knowing that it is bad policy to raise the whip too soon, she trusted to her genius to bring him 'with one run at the finish, as they say, and was content to wait. There was universal sympathy with the Mallorings. If a model landlord like Malloring had trouble with his people, who who should be immune? Arson! It was the last word!
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