"
"Of course. You'd like to get the price of a decent animal out of me for
that broken-kneed hard-mouthed brute of yours," replied the stranger with
a scornful laugh. "I think there never was such a money-grubbing,
grinding, grasping beggar since the world began. However, you've seen the
last shilling you're ever likely to get out of me; so make the best of
it; and remember, wherever I may be, there are friends of mine in this
country who will keep a sharp look-out upon you, and let me know precious
quick if you don't stick to your part of our bargain like an honest man,
or as nearly like one as nature will allow you to come. And now
good-night, Mr. Whitelaw.--Ladies, your humble servant."
He was gone before Ellen or Mrs. Tadman could reply to his parting
salutation, had they been disposed to do so. Mr. Whitelaw went out with
him, and gave some final directions to the stable-lad who was to drive
the chaise-cart, and presently came back to the parlour, looking
considerably relieved by his guest's departure.
Mrs. Tadman rushed at once to the expression of her fears.
"Stephen Whitelaw," she exclaimed solemnly, "tell us the worst at once.
It's no good keeping things back from us. That man has come here to turn
us out of house and home. You've sold Wyncomb."
"Sold Wyncomb! Have you gone crazy, you old fool?" cried Mr.
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