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"Then I do think it is a shame. And there will be nobody we care for to
come after us. I don't believe you will be able to think of anyone at
all."
Mr Thornton was immediately possessed with a desire to prove his
prescience.
"Pooh!" he said, "you don't know what you're talking about. I'm not by
any means sure that it's not a good thing for the property that this has
happened. Jack treats it all too lightly, as if money were got together
in a week. I should prefer some one who would take my name, and go on
carefully building up as I have done. Such a man as Trent, for
instance. Highly principled, and thoroughly trustworthy, I don't know
such another. If it hadn't been for him I should never have known the
rights of this business."
Mr Thornton banged the door to emphasise his last sentence, and then
frowned, hearing Jack whistling as he ran down the steps. With the
frown on his face he went in pursuit of Mr Trent.
"Look here, Trent," he began, "that young clerk's business was plain
enough, I suppose?"
"Quite so," said Trent steadily. "Your nephew has been talking of him?
He seems to have taken an unaccountable prejudice against me, but I am
sure I wish his efforts could prove the poor boy blameless. I have done
my best in that direction, and failed. From his being a connection of
my own, and from an especial cause of interest, I am peculiarly desirous
for it. Nothing else could have led me to appeal to your kindness as I
have done, and I assure you I cannot be sufficiently grateful."
"Never mind that," said Mr Thornton with a wave of the hand.
"Excuse me, it is impossible to forget it. I can take credit for
nothing but entire frankness in the matter. Dismissal would have been
ruin, and with most men dismissal must have resulted; but I could not
have allowed you to remain in the dark, and your kindness in the matter
may be the saving of the unhappy boy."
"What can Jack know about him?" asked Mr Thornton.
"Probably some distorted account of the matter has reached him," Trent
replied calmly. "Unfortunately, as I said, your nephew is prejudiced
against me. Does his opinion affect you? Because, if so, you must
allow me to insist upon Masters's dismissal."
"Affect me? Certainly not," said Mr Thornton, swelling. "I am not
likely to be influenced in my opinions by Master Jack. Besides, he
seemed to take his part."
"You may be sure that I am keeping an eye upon him," said Trent, not
noticing these words. "If I see anything at all unsatisfactory, your
interests will at all times be paramount to every other consideration.
Have you seen the paper? I was wishing particularly to hear your
opinion on last night's news."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
PURSUIT.
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