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214 was Davies’s sullen reply. “It ain’t to be stood, sir, as a man and his family is to clam, ’cause Peckaby—”

“Davies, I will hear no more on that score,” interrupted Lionel. “You men should be men, and make common cause in that one point for yourselves, against Roy. You have your wages in your hand on a Saturday night, and can deal at any shop you please.”

The man—he wore a battered old straw hat on his head, which looked as dirty as his face—raised his eyes with an air of surprise at Lionel.

“What wages, sir? We don’t get ours.”

“Not get your wages?” repeated Lionel.

“No, sir; not on a Saturday night. That’s just it—it’s where the new shoe’s a-pinching. Roy don’t pay now on a Saturday night. He gives us all a sort o’ note, good for six shilling, and we has, us or our wives, to take that to Peckaby’s, and get what we can for it. On the Monday, at twelve o’clock, which is his new time for paying the wages, he docks us of six shilling. That’s his plan now: and no wonder as some of us has kicked at it, and then he have turned us off. I be one.”

Lionel’s brow burnt; not with the blazing sun, but with indignation. That this should happen on the lands of the Verners! Hot words rose to his lips—to the effect that Roy, as he believed, was acting against the law—but he swallowed them down ere spoken. It might not be expedient to proclaim so much to the men.

“Since when has Roy done this?” he asked. “I am surprised not to have heard it.”

“This six weeks he have done it, sir, and longer nor that. It’s get our things from Peckaby’s, or it’s not get any at all. Folks won’t trust the likes of us, without us goes with the money in our hands. We might have knowed there was some evil in the wind when Peckaby’s took to give us trust. Mr. Verner wasn’t the best of masters to us, after he let Roy get on our backs,—saving your presence for saying it, sir; but you must know as it’s truth,—but there’s things a going on now as ’ud make him, if he knowed ’em, rise up out of his grave. Let Roy take care of hisself, that he don’t get burned up some night in his bed!” significantly added the man.

“Be silent, Davies! You”

Lionel was interrupted by a commotion. Upon turning to ascertain its cause, he found an excited crowd hastening towards the spot from the brick-fields. The news of the affray had been carried thither, and Roy, with much intemperate language and loud wrath, had set off at full speed to quell it. The labourers set off after him, probably to protect their wives. Shouting, hooting, swearing—at which pastime Roy was the loudest—on they came, in a state of fury.

But for the presence of Lionel Verner, things might have come to a crisis—if a fight could have brought a crisis on. He interposed his authority, which even Roy did not yet dispute to his face, and he succeeded in restoring peace for the time. He became responsible—I don’t know whether it was quite wise of him to do so—for the cost of the broken windows, and the women were allowed to go home unmolested. The men returned to their work, and Mr. Peckaby’s face regained its colour. Roy was turning away, muttering to himself, when Lionel beckoned him aside with an authoritative hand.

“Roy, this must not go on. Do you understand me? It must not go on.”

“What’s not to go on, sir?” retorted Roy, sullenly.

“You know what I mean. This disgraceful system of affairs altogether. I believe that you would be amenable to the law in thus paying the men, or in part paying them, with an order for goods; instead of in open, honest coin. Unless I am mistaken, it borders very closely upon the tally system.”

“I can take care of myself and of the law, too, sir,” was the answer of Roy.

“Very good. I shall take care that this sort of oppression is lifted off the shoulders of the men. Had I known it was being pursued, I should have stopped it before.”

“You have no right to interfere between me and anything now, sir.”

“Roy,” said Lionel, calmly, “you are perfectly well aware that the right, not only to interfere between you and the estate, but to invest me with full power over it and you, was sought to be given me by Mrs. Verner at my uncle’s death. For reasons of my own I chose to decline it, and have continued to decline it. Do you remember what I once told you,—that one of my first acts of power would be to displace you? After what I have seen and heard to-day, I shall deliberate whether it be not my duty to reconsider my determination, and assume this, and all other power.”

Roy’s face turned green. He answered defiantly, not in tone, but in spirit:

“It wouldn’t be for long, at any rate, sir; and Mr. Massingbird, I know, ’ll put me into my place again on his return.”

Lionel did not reply immediately. The sun was coming down upon his uncovered head like a burning furnace, and he was casting a glance round to see if any friendly shade might be at hand. In his absorption over the moment’s business he had not observed that he had halted with Roy right underneath its beams. No, there was no shade just in that spot. A public pump stood behind him, but the sun was nearly vertical, and the pump got as much of it as he did. A thought glanced through Lionel’s mind of resorting to the advice of the women to double his handkerchief cornerwise over his head. But he did not purpose staying above another minute with Roy, to whom he again turned.

“Don’t deceive yourself, Roy. Mr. Massingbird is not likely to countenance such doings as these. That Mrs. Verner will not, I know; and, I tell you plainly, I will not. You shall pay the men’s wages at the proper and usual time; you shall pay them in full, to the last halfpenny that they earn. Do you hear? I order you now to do so. We will have no underhanded tally system introduced on the Verner estate.”

“You’d like to ruin poor Peckaby, I suppose, sir?”