"Tha'rt nooan bahn to shaat, Ben, afore tha'rt aat o' th' wood, an' when tha does shaat, tha mun do thi shaatin' i' decent company, an' not amang yon' beer-swillin' hogs at th' _Cropper's Arms_. What do they care whether yo' win or looise? There isn't one on 'em but 'ud sell yo' for a quart o' ale. Yo'r nooan bahn to lower yo'rsen bi mixin' amang that lot, it says i'th Book theer 'at i' vain the net is spread i' th' seet o' ony bird; but th' kind o' bird at th' net o' th' _Cropper's_ is set for mun be bats darkened wi' brewer's grain, an' that's all t' grain some on 'em feed on." It did not lessen Jabez Tinker's irritation and general sense of all things being awry that he was in many ways made conscious that the only public opinion that he really cared about--that of his own neighbourhood--was dead against him. Mr. Tinker affected to despise the sentiments of his neighbours, and he certainly could not be accused of stooping to court popularity. But no man is really indifferent to the good or ill-word of his own little world. And Jabez was aware that even his own household was not on his side. To be sure in the rare visits he paid to his ailing wife at Harrogate he was sure of one sympathetic listener as he unfolded in brief, terse sentences the story of his wrongs, in which he had almost persuaded himself to believe, and of the indignities which he concluded must be patent to everyone. But Dorothy he knew to be openly and avowedly in the camp of the enemy, and this was an ever rankling sore. Jabez had declared to himself that his niece was the illest of all birds fouling its own nest. She was a Tinker, his brother's daughter, and it was her bounden duty to take his side and fight his battle whether he were right or wrong. The mere stranger and passer-by, they might scan and scrutinize; but for the girl who slept under his roof and sat at his table to condemn her heart, was the blackest treason and gross ingratitude Jabez had never heard of Walpole's reply to the county member who promised his vote whenever he should think the member in the right. "I want men who'll back me right or wrong: through thick and thin." But Jabez had the same views as to the countenance he was entitled to expect from his niece. And Dorothy was made to feel that her uncle's feelings were very bitter towards her. The subject of the lawsuit was never referred to, but Jabez, never a demonstrative or genial relative, now became cold, repellent, caustic. If there was a death in the house, Betty declared, it could not be gloomier, and if it wasn't for leaving Miss Dorothy she wouldn't care how soon she changed her name and state.