"I thought, sir, that by making my visit so early, I should have found
you at home," was Captain Delaware's brief rejoinder.
"Business called me abroad," replied Mr. Tims, as laconically.
"Were you going toward Emberton Park?" demanded the young officer.
"No, sir, I was not!" answered Mr. Tims, whose manner toward the son
of "poor Sir Sidney Delaware," was always very different from that
which he assumed to rich Mr. Burrel, and was peculiarly simple on the
present occasion.
"You were not!" cried Captain Delaware; "then, let me tell you, sir,
you should have been there yesterday. I beg to know, sir, why you were
not to the time you yourself appointed for the signature of the
mortgage, and the payment of the money advanced."
"Because it was not convenient, sir, and because the money was not
ready," replied Mr. Tims, with imperturbable calmness.
Captain Delaware's command over himself abandoned him; and, raising
the whip he had in hand, he shook it over the miser's head,
exclaiming, "Not convenient! Not ready! By Heaven! if it were not for
your years, I would make you find it convenient to keep your word when
you have pledged it, and to be ready at the time you promise!"
He was dropping the whip, though his eyes were still flashing, when a
voice close beside him, proceeding from an honest neighboring farmer,
whose approach he had not observed, exclaimed, "Captain! Captain!
Don't ye strike the old man! Don't ye, now! Don't ye! Oh, that's
right, now--reason it with him, like--but don't ye strike him!"
"No, no, Ritson, I am not going to strike him!" replied Captain
Delaware. "Go on, my good fellow, and leave us; I will not strike
him!"
"Well, well, captain," said the farmer, laughing, "I'll go--but your
word's given, mind. So, don't ye strike the old man, though he were
the devil himself. He looks more like a wet hen under a penthouse,
howsomever."
The farmer's description was not far from correct; for Mr. Tims, who
had expected no such fierce explosion as that which his words had
occasioned, and had fancied he could be insolent in security--now
stood aghast, as the rhetoric of Captain Delaware's horsewhip seemed
likely to be applied to his shoulders. His knees acquired an
additional bend, his nether jaw dropped, his arms hung distant from
his sides, his cheeks grew paler, and his red nose stood out in
prominent relief, under the very act of fear. The good farmer's
interposition, however, calmed him sufficiently to enable his tongue
to falter forth some words of apology, declaring that he did not
intend to offend Captain Delaware--far from it; but how could that
gentleman expect him to speak boldly upon such subjects, out in the
public high-road? Who could tell, he demanded, that there might not be
robbers in the immediate neighborhood of the place where they then
stood!
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