Borderland : $b a country-town chronicleFothergill, Jessie
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Borderland : $b a country-town chronicle
Fothergill, Jessie
English fiction -- 19th century
‘He knows I wouldn’t set my foot inside Thorsgarth, and he knows,
too, that he need never again darken the door of his brother; so we
have to sneak into a public room, where there is neutral ground. It
is an odious state of things, and I shall be glad to be out of it.’
He had not long to wait. Gilbert arrived directly afterwards, and
looked pleased to see him.
‘I am much obliged to you for coming,’ began Gilbert. ‘It gives me
hopes that I shall be successful in my errand.’
‘I thought you would want to know how the books stand and so on, for
the benefit of my successor, when he arrives.’
‘Of course that will be necessary, but it is not what I came about
to-day. I won’t waste words in telling you how annoyed, and more
than annoyed I have been—I may say mortified and disgusted, at what
has just taken place. I know the value of your services, and that
this is no fitting recompense for them.’
‘I don’t know about the value of my services, but I feel as if I had
been rubbed the wrong way, and that by no means gently,’ said Roger.
‘Of course. And you will naturally be unwilling to remain without a
situation longer than is necessary.’
‘Naturally. I have done nothing about it yet, because nobody wants
to hear about such things at Christmas-time; but I thought of
advertising, or perhaps writing to my former employers directly.’
‘Yes, of course you could do that. But I have it on my conscience
that it was to oblige me and to do me a service that you left those
former employers, and it must be my business not to let you suffer
for that.’
‘You are very kind,’ said Roger, perfectly appreciating the unusual
nature of this long memory. ‘Very kind, you are; but I don’t see how
any one could hold you responsible for what has happened, or
consider it your fault if a man whom I have had to do with is such a
blackguard, and shows his blackguardism in such an offensive manner
that I have to leave him. I’ve had my wages for more than six years,
and——’
‘You have done a great deal more than that. You have stuck to the
affair from the beginning, and worked it through good and bad, till
from a doubtful venture you have made it into a profitable business.
Any common foreman might have stayed in his place and taken his
wages. You have been something different. But there is no need to
beat about the bush. I have a proposal to make to you. I have had a
fair measure of success in the business in which I am engaged. I
think of finally settling accounts with Mr. Askam, who has never
cared for business of that kind. I shall pay him the remainder of
the capital and interest still owing to him, and continue to work
the mills on my own account; and I thought that under those
circumstances you might consent to remain, since you would have the
entire management of the concern, and of course a share in the
profits, and would have absolutely nothing further to do with Otho
Askam. What do you say to it?’
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