Mrs Griffith was burning with anger. She looked at her husband, sitting in front of her with his helpless look. 'You fool!' she said. She thought of herself coming down in the world, living in a pokey little house away from the High Street, unable to buy new dresses, unnoticed by the chief people of Blackstable--she who had always held up her head with the best of them! George and Edith came in, and she told them, hurling contemptuous sarcasms at her husband. He sat looking at them with his pained, unhappy eyes, while they stared back at him as if he were some despicable, noxious beast. 'But why didn't you say how things were going before, father?' George asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. 'I didn't like to,' he said hoarsely; those cold, angry eyes crushed him; he felt the stupid, useless fool he saw they thought him. 'I don't know what's to be done,' said George. His wife looked at old Griffith with her hard, grey eyes; the sharpness of her features, the firm, clear complexion, with all softness blown out of it by the east winds, expressed the coldest resolution. 'Father must get Daisy to help; she's got lots of money. She may do it for him.' Old Griffith broke suddenly out of his apathy. 'I'd sooner go to the workhouse; I'll never touch a penny of hers!' 'Now then, father,' said Mrs Griffith, quickly understanding, 'you drop that, you'll have to.' George at the same time got pen and paper and put them before the old man. They stood round him angrily. He stared at the paper; a look of horror came over his face. 'Go on! don't be a fool!' said his wife. She dipped the pen in the ink and handed it to him. Edith's steel-grey eyes were fixed on him, coldly compelling. 'Dear Daisy,' she began. 'Father always used to call her Daisy darling,' said George; 'he'd better put that so as to bring back old times.' They talked of him strangely, as if he were absent or had not ears to hear. 'Very well,' replied Edith, and she began again; the old man wrote bewilderedly, as if he were asleep. 'DAISY DARLING,-- ... Forgive me!... I have been hard and cruel towards you.... On my knees I beg your forgiveness.... The business has gone wrong ... and I am ruined.... If you don't help me ... we shall have the brokers in ... and have to go to the workhouse.... For God's sake ... have mercy on me! You can't let me starve.... I know I have sinned towards you.--Your broken-hearted ... FATHER.' She read through the letter. 'I think that'll do; now the envelope,' and she dictated the address. When it was finished, Griffith looked at them with loathing, absolute loathing--but they paid no more attention to him. They arranged to send a telegram first, in case she should not open the letter,-- '_Letter coming; for God's sake open! In great distress._--FATHER.' George went out immediately to send the wire and post the letter. XIV