Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction
On this hint out wriggled Mr. Crawley with a semicircle of bows to the
company. Constable touched his frontlock and went straight away as if he
was going through the opposite wall of the house. Meadows pointed after
him with his finger and said to Levi, “You see the road--get out of my
house.”
The old man never moved from his chair, to which he had returned after
paying William's debts. “It is not your house,” said he coolly.
The other stared. “No matter,” replied Meadows sharply, “it is mine till
my mortgage is paid off.”
“I am here to pay it.”
“Ah!”
“Principal and interest calculated up to twelve o'clock this eleventh
day of March. It wants five minutes to twelve. I offer you principal
and interest--eight hundred and twenty-two pounds fourteen shillings and
fivepence three farthings before these witnesses--and demand the title
deeds.”
Meadows hung his head, but he was not a man to waste words in mere
scolding. He took the blow with forced calmness as who should say, “This
is your turn--the next is mine.”
“Miss Merton,” said he, almost in a whisper, “I never had the honor to
receive you here before and I never shall again. How long do you give me
to move my things?”
“Can you not guess?” inquired the other with a shade of curiosity.
“Why, of course you will put me to all the inconvenience you can. Come,
now, am I to move all my furniture and effects out of this great house
in twenty-four hours?”
“I give you more than that.”
“How kind! What, you give me a week perhaps?” asked Meadows
incredulously.
“More than that, you fool! Don't you see that it is on next Lady-day
you will be turned into the street. Aha! woman-worshiper, on Lady-day!
A tooth for a tooth!” And the old man ground his teeth, which were white
as ivory, and his fist clinched itself, while his eye glittered, and he
swelled out from the chair, and literally bristled with hate--“A tooth
for a tooth!”
“Oh, Mr. Levi,” said Susan sorrowfully, “how soon you have forgotten my
last lesson!”
Meadows for a moment felt a chill of fear at the punctiliousness of
revenge in this Oriental whom he had made his enemy. To this succeeded
the old hate multiplied by ten; but he made a monstrous effort and drove
it from his face down into the recesses of his heart. “Well,” said he,
“may you enjoy this house as I have done this last twelvemonth!”
“That does you credit, good Mr. Meadows,” cried simple Susan, missing
his meaning. Meadows continued in the same tone, “And I must make shift
with the one you vacate on Lady-day.”
“Solomon teach me to outwit this dog.”
“Come, Mr. Levi, I have visited Mr. Meadows and now I am going to your
house.”
“You shall be welcome, kindly welcome,” said the old man with large and
flowing courtesy.
“And will you show me,” said Susan very tenderly, “where Leah used to
sit?”
“Ah!”
“And where Rachel and Sarah loved to play?”
“Ah me! Ah me! Ah me! Yes! I could not show another these holy places,
but I will show you.”
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