And meantime Ned received another caller, who knew Kellock better than he did, and left him with some curious information to consider. Indeed it was not Jordan’s own visit that threw any new light on Jordan, but that of an older man. Philander Knox now arrived to see Dingle on private business. Philander, true to his philosophic and tolerant attitude, had not evinced any unfriendly feelings towards Kellock on his return to the vat house, and the paper makers, who were all junior to Mr. Knox, followed his lead with the exception of Robert Life, who took his wife’s view of the situation. Thus it came about that finding Knox to be impartial and knowing him for a large-minded man, only puzzling when he displayed humour, which Kellock did not understand, Jordan had to some extent confided in him and revealed various facts concerning his opinions and his relations with Medora. These, while imparted in confidence, possessed none the less very considerable significance and Philander was now tempted to use his information. It depended on the trend of his conversation with Dingle whether he would do so, for he called upon his own affairs and had no intention, when he arrived, to touch those of other people. He came by appointment on the subject of Dingle’s house. “I’d like it very well,” he said, “and I’d close to-night if I was in a position to do so; but though hopeful as my custom is, for hope costs nothing, I’m not able yet to close definitely.” “There’s one or two after it, I must tell you.” “I know. But I’ll make a bargain. To let the house is, of course, a certainty. Houses are so few in these parts that a fine quality of house like this don’t go begging very long; but if you’ll stand by and give me first refusal for a clear month, I’ll pay you two quid down on the nail for the privilege.” Dingle considered. “All right,” he said. “That’s a bargain. There’s nothing settled and I’d be very well pleased for you to have the house. But what are you waiting for?” “That’s private,” answered Philander bringing out his purse and depositing two sovereigns. “I’m waiting for another party to come to a decision on a certain subject. If it goes right, I’ll take your house; if it don’t, then I shan’t have no use for it.” Dingle nodded. “I guess your meaning,” he said. “As for me, I’m marking time, though I can’t much longer. I must go on with my work and I’ve got a very good offer for Liverpool; but I don’t see myself in a town somehow. And there’s people at Ivybridge could do with me; but the money’s less. I’m all over the shop, to be honest. Of course it won’t go no farther. But I can trust you. I keep a stiff upper-lip, being a man; but this have knocked the stuffing out of me. I don’t care what becomes of me really, though of course I pretend I’m all right.” Knox nodded.