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Darkness had fallen, and lights glimmered from some cottages by the line. "You don't believe me," added Dengate. "I don't." The prosperous man bit his lower lip, and sat gazing at the lamp in the carriage. The train came to a standstill; there was no sound but the throbbing of the engine. "Well, listen to me," Dengate resumed.
Dengate the butcher read the letter, grew red in the face, and, after buttoning up that letter in his breast-pocket, he put on his greasy cap, and went to Topley the barber to get shaved. Dengate's cap was greasy because, though he was a wealthy man, he worked hard at his trade, calling for orders, delivering meat, and always twice a week, to use his own words, "killing hisself."
"No, sir, of course you wouldn't, sir, but as a gentleman, sir, as I holds in the highest respect a gentleman as runs a heavy bill with me." "Hasn't your account been paid, Dengate!" said the doctor, frowning, while Dexter looked hard at the butcher, and wondered why his face was so red, and why little drops like beads formed all over his forehead.
Very obliging of you to offer me the pleasure I was expecting, but you will have it, eh?" A second blow was repaid in kind, and Hilliard staggered back against the railings. Before he could recover himself, Dengate, whose high hat rolled between their feet, pinned his arms. "There's someone coming along. It's a pity. I should enjoy thrashing you and then running you in.
"What I have come about is them bullocks, sir, hearing as your young lady, sir, and young shaver here " "Mr Dengate," said the doctor, frowning, "this young gentleman is my adopted son." "Beg pardon, sir, I'm sure," said the butcher obsequiously. "I had heared as you'd had taken a boy from the "
"Never mind that, Dengate," said the doctor shortly, as the butcher dabbed himself hurriedly, "business." "Exactly, sir. Well, sir, it's like this here: I'm the last man in the world to put dangerous beasts in any one's way, and if I knowed that any one o' them was the least bit risky to a human being, he'd be bullock to-day and beef to-morrow. D'yer see?"
"Miss Grayson was a bit afraid of 'em, but I ran the big one, and he galloped off across the fields." "There," said the butcher; "what did I say? Bit playful, that's all." "And when we heard a noise, and found one of 'em standing over that young Danby, he was only turning him over, that's all." "Yes; he was running away, and fell down, and the beasts came to look at him," said Dengate, laughing.
"Good morning, sir; hope you're quite well, sir. If you wouldn't mind, sir, reading this letter, sir. Received this morning, sir. Sir James, sir." "Read it? ah, yes," said the doctor. He ran through the missive and frowned. "Well, Dengate," he said, "Sir James is a near neighbour and friend of mine, and I don't like to interfere in these matters."
"Mr Dengate, sir," said Maria. "Dengate? What does he want, Maria? Let him see Mrs Millett or Miss Helen." Maria looked scornfully at Dexter, as if he had injured her in some way. "Which is what I said to him, sir. `Master's busy writing, I says; but he says his dooty, sir, and if you would see him five minutes he would be greatly obligated." The doctor said, "Send him in."
"Then just give me civil answers to civil questions." "Questions? What right have you to question me?" "It's for your own advantage. You called me scoundrel. What did you mean by that?" "That's the name I give to fellows who go bankrupt to get rid of their debts." "Is it!" said Dengate, with a superior smile. "That only shows how little you know of the world, my lad.
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