"Not I, ma'am, if I had it to ask for, as your goodman has. I'd not sleep another night before I had it tight and right."
"No more he shall! What, rob his children for fear of a stuffy4 old man's black looks? But I'll see him into the bank myself, and see that he brings it out, too! I'll answer for that!"
"And you're in the right, ma'am, seeing it's yours. Money's not that easy got we're to be robbed of it. Now those notes with CO. on them they're money anyways, I suppose? There's nothing can alter them, I'm thinking. I've two of them at home, that my lad----"
"Oh, Mrs. Gittins!" And superior information raised its hands in horror. "You understand nothing at all. Don't you know they're the worst of all? If those shutters--go--up at that bank," dramatically, "they'll not be worth the paper they're printed on! You take my advice and go this very minute and buy something at Purslow's or Bowdler's, and get them changed. And you'll thank me for that word, Mrs. Gittins, as long as you live."
Upset was not the word for Mrs. Gittins, who had thought herself outside the fray5. "Well, they be thieves and liars6!" she gasped7. "And Dean's too, ma'am? You don't mean to say----"
"I wouldn't answer even for them," darkly. "If you ask me, I'd let some one else have 'em, Mrs. Gittins. Thank the Lord, I've none of them on my mind!"
And on that Mrs. Gittins waddled8 away, and two minutes later stood in Purslow's shop, inwardly "all of a twitter," but outwardly looking as if butter would not melt in her mouth. But, alas10! Purslow's was out of change that day; and so, strange to say, was Bowdler's. Most unlucky--great scarcity11 of silver--Government's fault--should they book it? But Mrs. Gittins, although she was all of a twitter, as she explained afterwards, was not so innocent as that, and got away without making her purchase.
Still, that was the way talk went, up and down Bride Hill and in Shocklatch, at front door and back door alike. And the men were not ill-content to be bidden. Some had passed a sleepless12 night, and had already made up their minds not to pass another. Others had had a nudge or a jog of the elbow from a knowing friend, and had been made as wise by a raised eyebrow13 as by an hour's sermon. Worse still, some had got hold of a story first set afloat at the Gullet--the Gullet was the ancient low-browed tavern14 in the passage by the Market Place, where punch flowed of a night, and the tradesmen of the town and some of their betters were in the habit of supping, as their fathers and grandfathers had supped before them. Arthur's departure, quickly followed by Clement's--after dark and in a post-chaise, mark you!--had not passed without comment; and a wiseacre had been found to explain it. At first he had confined himself to nods and winks15, but being cornered and at the same time uplifted by liquor--for though the curious could taste saloop at the Gullet, Heathcote's ale was more to the taste of the habitués, when they did not run to punch--he has whispered a word, which had speedily passed round the circle and not been slow to go beyond it.
"Gone! Of course they're gone!" was the knowing one's verdict. "And you'll see the old man will be gone, too, before morning, and the strong-box with him! Open? No, they'll not open? Never again, ten o'clock or no ten o'clock. Well, if you must have it, I got it from Wolley not an hour back. And he ought to know. Wasn't he hand in glove with them? Director of the--oh, the Railroad Shares? Waste paper! Never were worth more, my lad. If you put your money into that, it's on its way to London by this time!"
"And Boulogne to-morrow," said another, going one better, as he knocked the ashes out of his pipe. "I'm seventy-five down by them, and that's the worst and the best for me! Those that are in deeper, I'm sorry for them, but they've only themselves to thank! It's been plain this month past what was going to happen."
One or two were tempted16 to ask why he hadn't drawn17 out his seventy-five pounds, if he had been so sure. But they refrained, having a wambling, a sort of sick feeling in the pit of their stomachs. He was a rude, overbearing fellow, and there was no knowing what he might not bring out by way of retort.
The upshot of this and of a hundred other reports which ran about the town like wild-fire, was that a full twenty minutes before the bank opened on the Tuesday, its doors were the butt9 of a hundred eyes. Many assembled by twos and threes in the High Street and on the Market Place, awaiting the hour; while others took up their stand in the dingy18 old Butter Cross a little above the bank, where day in and day out old crones sat knitting and the poultry19 women's baskets stood on market days. Few thought any longer of concealment20; the time for that was past, the feeling of anxiety was too deep and too widespread. Men came together openly, spoke3 of their fears and cursed the banker, or nervously21 fingered their pass-books, and compared the packets of notes that they had with them.
Some watched the historic clock, but more watched, and more eagerly, the bank. The door, the opening of which, if it were ever opened, meant so much to so many, must have shrunk, seasoned wood as it was, under the intensity22 of the gaze fixed23 upon it; while the windows of the bank-house--ugh! the pretender, to set himself up after that fashion, while all the time he was robbing the poor!--were exposed to a fire as constant. Not a curtain moved or a blind was lowered, but the action was marked and analyzed24, deductions25 drawn from it, and arguments based upon it. That was Ovington's bedroom! No, that. And there was his girl at the lower window--but he would not have been likely to take her with him in any case.
As a fact, had they been on the watch a little earlier, they would have been spared one anxiety. For about nine o'clock Ovington had shown himself. He had left the house, crossed with a grave face to the Market Place, and rung the bell at Dean's. He had entered after a brief parley26 with an amazed man-servant, had been admitted to see one of the partners, and at a cost to his pride, which only he could measure, the banker had stooped to ask for help. Between concerns doing business in the same town, relations must exist and transactions must pass even when they are in competition; and Dean's and Ovington's had been no exception to the rule. But the elder bank had never forgotten that they had once enjoyed a monopoly. They had neither abandoned their claims nor made any secret of their hostility27, and Ovington knew that it was to the last degree unlikely that they would support him, even if they had the power to do so.
But he had convinced himself that it was his duty to make the attempt, however hopeless it might seem, and however painful to himself--and few things in his life had been more painful. To play the suppliant28, he who had raised his head so high, and by virtue29 of an undoubted touch of genius had carried it so loftily, this was bad enough. But to play the suppliant to the very persons on whom he had trespassed30, and whom he had defied, to open his distresses31 to those to whom he had pretended to teach a newer and sounder practice, to acknowledge in act, if not in word, that they had been right and he wrong, this indeed was enough to wring32 the proud man's heart, and bring the perspiration33 to his brow.
Yet he performed the task with the dignity, of which, as he had risen in the world, he had learned the trick, and which even at this moment did not desert him. "I am going to be frank with you, Mr. Dean," he said when the door had closed on the servant and the two stood eye to eye. "There is going, I fear, to be a run on me to-day, and unfortunately I have been disappointed in a sum of twelve thousand pounds, which I expected to receive. I do not need the whole, two-thirds of the sum will meet all the demands which are likely to be made upon me, and to cover that sum I can lodge34 undeniable security, bills with good names--I have a list here and you can examine it. I suggest, Mr. Dean, that in your own interests as well as in mine you help me. For if I am compelled to close--and I cannot deny that I may have to close, though I trust for a short time only--it is certain that a very serious run will be made upon you."
Mr. Dean's eyes remained cold and unresponsive. "We are prepared to meet it," he answered frostily. "We are not afraid." He was a tall man, thin and dry, without a spark of imagination, or enterprise. A man whose view was limited to his ledger35, and who, if he had not inherited a business, would never have created one.
"You are aware that Poles' and Williams's have failed?"
"Yes. I believe that our information is up to date."
"And that Garrard's at Hereford closed yesterday?"
"I am sorry to hear it."
"The times are very serious, Mr. Dean. Very serious."
"We have foreseen that," the other replied. They were both standing36. "The truth is, we are paying for a period of reckless trading, encouraged in my humble37 opinion, Mr. Ovington"--he could not refrain from the stab--"by those who should have restrained it."
Ovington let that pass. He had too much at stake to retort. "Possibly," he said. "Possibly. But we have now to deal with the present--as it exists. It is on public rather than on private grounds that I appeal to you, Mr. Dean. A disaster threatens the community. I appeal to you to help me to avert38 it. As I have said, securities shall be placed in your hands, more than sufficient to cover the risk. Approved securities to your satisfaction."
But the other shook his head. He was enjoying his triumph--a triumph beyond his hopes. "What you suggest," he said, a faint note of sarcasm39 in his tone, "comes to this, Mr. Ovington--that we pool resources? That is how I understand you?"
"Practically."
"Well, I am afraid that in justice to our customers I must reply that we cannot do that. We must think of them first, and of ourselves next."
Ovington took up his hat. The other's tone was coldly decisive. Still he made a last effort. "Here is the list," he said. "Perhaps if you and your brother went over it at your leisure?"
But Dean waved the list away. "It would be useless," he said. "Quite useless. We could not entertain the idea." He was already anticipating the enjoyment40 with which he would tell his brother the news.
With a heavy heart, Ovington replaced the list in his breast pocket. "Very good," he said. His face was grave. "I did not expect--to be frank--any other answer, Mr. Dean. But I thought it was my duty to see you. I regret your decision. Good-morning."
"Good-morning," the other banker replied, and he rang for his man-servant.
"They're gone," he reflected complacently41, as the door closed behind his visitor. "Smashed, begad!" and with the thought he rid himself of a sense of inferiority which had more than once troubled him in his rival's presence. He sat down to eat his breakfast with a good appetite. The day would be a trying one, but Dean's, at any rate, was safe. Dean's, thank God, had never put its hand out farther than it could draw it back. How pleased his brother would be!
That was the worst, immeasurably the worst, of Ovington's experiences, but it was not the only painful interview that was in store for him before the bank opened that morning. Twice, men, applying, stealthy and importunate42, at the back door, forced their way in to him. They were not of those who had claims on the bank and feared to be losers by it. They were in debt to it, but desperate and pushed for money they saw in the bank's necessity their opportunity. They--one of the two was Purslow--required only small sums, and both had conceived the idea that, as the bank was about to fail, it would be all one to Ovington whether he obliged them or not. It would be but a hundred or so the less for the creditors43, and as the bank had sold their pledged stocks they thought that it owed them something. They had still influence, their desperate straits were not yet known; if he obliged them they would do this and that and the other--nebulous things--for him.
Ovington, of course, could do nothing for them, but to harden his heart against their appeals was not a good preparation for the work before him, and when he entered the bank five minutes before ten, he had to brace44 himself in order to show an unmoved front to the clerks.
He need not have troubled himself. Rodd knew all, and the two lads, on their way to the bank that morning, had been badgered out of such powers of observation as they possessed45. They had been followed, cornered, snatched in this direction and that, rudely questioned, even threatened. Were they going to open? Where was the gaffer? Was he gone? They had been wellnigh bothered out of their lives, and more than once had been roughly handled. It seemed as if all Aldersbury was against them--and they did not like it. But Ovington had the knack46 of attaching men to him, the lads were loyal, and they had returned only hard words to those who waylaid47 them. Pay? They could pay all the dirty money in Aldersbury! Mr. Ovington? Well, they'd see. They'd see where he was, and be licking his boots in a week's time. And they'd better take their hands off them! The stouter48 even threatened fisticuffs. A little more and he'd give his questioners a lick over the chops. Come now, give over, or he'd show them a trick of Dutch Sam's they wouldn't like.
The two arrived at the bank, panting and indignant, their coats half off their backs; and Rodd, whose impeccable respectability no one had ventured to assail49, had to say a few sharp words before they settled down and the counter assumed the calm and orderly aspect that, in his eyes, the occasion required. He was himself simmering with indignation, but he let no sign of it appear. He had made all his arrangements beforehand, seen every book in its place, and the cash where it could be handled--and a decent quantity, sufficient to impose on the vulgar--laid in sight. After a few words had been exchanged between him and Ovington, the latter retired50 to the desk behind the curtain, and the other three took their places. Nothing remained but to watch--the seniors with trepidation51, the juniors with a not unpleasant excitement--the minute hand of the clock. It wanted three minutes of ten.
And already, though from their places behind the counter the clerks could not see it, the watching groups before the bank had grown into a crowd. It lined the opposite pavement, it hung a fringe two-deep on the steps of the Butter Cross, it extended into the Market Place, it stretched itself half-way down the hill. And it made itself heard. The voices of those who passed along the pavement, the scraps52 of talk half caught, the sudden exclamation53, merged54 in a murmur55 not loud but continuous, and fraught56 with something of menace. Once, on the fringe of the gathering57, there was an outburst of booing, but it ceased as suddenly as it had risen, suppressed by the more sober element; and once a hand tried the doors, a voice surprisingly loud, cried, "They're fast enough!" and footsteps retreated across the pavement. The driver of a cart descending58 the hill called to "Make way! Make way!" and that, too, reached those within almost as plainly as if it had been said in the room. Something, too, happened on it, for a shout of laughter followed.
It wanted two--it wanted one minute of ten. Rodd gave the order to open.
The younger clerk stepped forward and drew the bolts. He turned the key, and opened one leaf of the door. The other was thrust open from without. The clerk slid under the counter to his place. They came in.
They came in, three abreast59, elbowing and pushing one another in their efforts to be first. In a moment they were at the counter, darting60 suspicious glances at the clerks and angry looks at one another, and with them entered an atmosphere of noise and contention61, of trampling62 feet and peevish63 exclamations64. The bank, so still a moment before, was filled with clamor. There were tradesmen among them, a little uncertain of themselves and thankful that Ovington was not visible, and one or two bluff65 red-faced farmers who cared for nobody, and slapped their books down on the counter; and there were also a few, of the better sort, who looked straight before them and endeavored to see as little as possible--with a sprinkling of small fry, clerks and lodging-house keepers and a coal-hawker, each with his dirty note gripped tight in his fist. The foremost rapped on the counter and cried "Here, Mister, I'm first!" "No, I!" "Here, you, please attend to me!" They pressed their claims rudely, while those in the rear uttered impatient remonstrances66, holding their books or their notes over the heads of others in the attempt to gain attention. In a moment the bank was full--full to the doors, full of people, full of noise.
Rodd's cold eye travelled over them, measured them, weighed them. He was filled with an immense contempt for them, for their folly67, their greed, their selfishness. He raised his hand for silence. "This is not a cock-fight," he said in a tone as withering68 as his eye. "This is a bank. When you gentlemen have settled who comes first. I will attend to you." And then, as the noise only broke out afresh and more loudly, "Well, suppose I begin at the left hand," he said. He passed to that end of the counter. "Now, Mr. Buffery, what can I do for you. Got your book?"
But Mr. Buffery had not got his book, as Rodd had noticed. On that the cashier slowly drew from a shelf below the counter a large ledger, and, turning the leaves, began a methodical search for the account.
But this was too much for the patience of the man last on the right, who saw six before him, and had left no one to take care of his shop. "But, see here," he cried imperiously. "Mr. Rodd, I'm in a hurry! If that young man at the desk could attend to me I shouldn't take long."
Rodd, keeping his place in the book with his finger, looked at him. "Do you want to pay in, Mr. Bevan?" he asked gravely.
"No. I want forty-two, seven, ten. Here's my cheque."
"You want cash?"
"That's it."
"Well, I'm the cashier in this bank. No one else pays cash. That's the rule of the bank. Now, Mr. Buffery," leisurely69 turning back to the page in the ledger, and running his finger down it. "Thirty-five, two, six. That's right, is it?"
"That's right, sir." Buffery knuckled70 his forehead gratefully.
"You've brought a cheque?"
But Buffery had not brought a cheque. Rodd shrugged71 his shoulders, called the senior clerk forward, and entrusted72 the customer, who was no great scholar, to his care. Then he closed the ledger, returned it carefully to the shelf, and turned methodically to the next in the line. "Now, Mr. Medlicott, what do you want? Are you paying, or drawing?"
Mr. Medlicott grinned, and sheepishly handed in a cheque. "I'll draw that," he mumbled73, perspiring74 freely, while from the crowd behind him, shuffling75 their feet and breathing loudly, there rose a laugh. Rodd brought out the ledger again, and verified the amount. "Right," he said presently, and paid over the sum in Dean's notes and gold.
The man fingered the notes and hesitated. Rodd, about to pass to the next customer, paused. "Well, ain't they right?" he said. "Dean's notes. Anything the matter with them?"
The man took them without more, and Rodd paid the next and the next in the same currency, knowing that it would be remarked. "I'll give them a jog while I can," he thought. "They deserve it." And, sure enough, every note of that bank that he paid out was presented across the counter at Dean's within the hour. It gave Mr. Dean something to think about.
No one, in truth, could have done the work better than Rodd. He was so cool, so precise, so certain of himself. Nothing put him out. He plodded76 through his usual routine at his usual leisurely pace. He recked nothing of the impatient shuffling crowd on the other side of the counter, nothing of the greedy eyes that grudged77 every motion of his hand. They might not have existed for him. He looked through them. A plodder78, he had no nerves. He was the right man in the right place.
At noon, taking with him a slip of paper, he went to report to Ovington, who had retired to the parlor. They had paid out seventeen hundred pounds in the two hours. At this rate they could go on for a long time. There was only one large account in the room--should he call it up and pay it? It might have a good effect.
Ovington agreed, and Rodd returned to the counter. His eye sought out Mr. Meredith. "I don't know what you're doing here," he said austerely79. "But I suppose your time is worth something. If you'll pass up your cheque I'll let you go."
The small fry clamored, but Rodd looked through them. "Eight hundred and ten," said Meredith with a sigh of relief, passing his cheque over the heads of those before him. He was not ashamed of his balance, but for the moment he was ashamed of himself. He began to suspect that he had let himself be carried away with a lot of silly small chaps--yet his fingers itched80 to hold the money.
Rodd confirmed the account, fluttered a packet of notes, counted them thrice and slowly, and tossed them to Mr. Meredith. "I make them right," he said, "but you'd better count them." Then, to one or two who were muttering something about illegal preference, "Bless your innocent hearts," he said, "you'll all be paid!" And he took the next in order as if nothing had happened.
It had its effect, and so had a thing that half an hour later broke the dreary81 monotony of paying out. A man at the back who had just pressed in--for the crowd, reinforced by new arrivals, was very nearly as large as at the hour of opening--raised his voice, complaining bitterly that he could not stay there all day, and that he wanted to pay in some money and go about his business.
There was a stir of surprise. A dozen turned to look at him.
"Good lord!" someone exclaimed.
Only Rodd was unmoved. "Get a pay slip," he said to the senior clerk, who had been pretty well employed filling in cheques for the illiterate82 and examining notes. "Now, gentlemen, fair play. Let his pass through. Oh, it's Mr. Walker, is it? How much, Mr. Walker?"
"Two seven six, ten," said Mr. Walker, laying a heavy canvas bag on the counter. Rodd untied83 the neck of the bag and upset the contents, notes and gold, before him. He counted the money with professional deftness84, whilst the clerk filled in the slip. "How's your brother?" he asked.
"Pretty tidy."
"And how are things in Wolverhampton?"
"So, so! But not so bad as they were."
"Thank you. You're the only sensible man I've seen to-day, and we shall not forget it. Now, gentlemen, next please."
Mr. Walker was closely inspected as he pushed his way out, and one or two were tempted to say a word of warning to him, but thought better of it, and held their peace. About two in the afternoon a Mr. Hope of Bretton again broke the chain of withdrawals85. He paid in two hundred. Him a man did pluck by the sleeve, muttering "Have a care, man! Have a care what you're doing!" But Mr. Hope, a bluff tradesman-looking person only answered, "Thank ye, but I am up to snuff. If you ask me I think you're a silly set of fools."
News of him and of what he had said, and indeed of much more than he had said, ran quickly through the crowd that wondered and waited all day before the bank; that snapped up every rumor86, and devoured87 the wildest inventions. The bank would close at one! It would close at three--the speaker had it on the best authority! It would close when so and so had been paid! Ovington, the rascal88, had fled. He was in the bank, white as a sheet. He had attempted suicide. There was a warrant out for him. The crowd moved hither and thither89, like the colors in a kaleidoscope. On its outer edges there was horseplay. Children chased one another up and down the Butter Cross steps, fell over the old women who knitted, were cuffed90 by the men, driven out by the Beadle--only to return again.
But under the trivialities there was tense excitement. Now and again a man who had been slow to take the alarm forced his way, pale and agitated91, through the crowd, to vanish within the doors; or a countryman, whom the news had only just reached in his boosey-close or his rickyard--as they call a stackyard in Aldshire--rode up the hill, hot with haste and cursing those who blocked his road, flung his reins92 to the nearest bystander, and plunged93 into the bank as into water. And on the fringe, hiding themselves in doorways94, or in the dark mouths of alleys95, were men who stood biting their nails, heedless or unconscious of what passed about them; or who came staggering up from the Gullet with stammering96 tongues and eyes bloodshot with drink--men who a year before had been well-to-do, sober citizens, fathers of families. All one to them now whether Ovington's stood or fell! They had lost their all, and to show for it and for all that they had ever been worth had but a few pieces of printed paper, certificates, or what not, which they took out and read in corners, as if something of hope might still, at the thousandth time of reading be derived97 from them, or which they brandished98 aloft in the tavern with boasts of what they would have gained if trickery had not robbed them. So, though the crowd had its humors and was swept at times by gusts99 of laughter, the spectre of ruin stood, gaunt and bleak100, in the background, and many a heart quailed101 before grim visions of bailiffs and forced sales and the workhouse--the workhouse, that in Aldersbury, where they were nothing if not genteel, they called the House of Industry.
And Ovington, as he sat over his books, or peered from time to time from a window, knew this, and felt it. He would not have been human if he had not thought with longing102 of that twelve thousand, the use of which had so nearly been his; ay, and with passing regret--for after all was not the greatest good for the greatest number sound morality?--of the self-denying ordinance103 which had robbed him of it. But harassed104 and heavy-hearted as he was, he remained master of himself, and his bearing was calm and dignified105, when at a quarter to four, he showed himself, for the first time that day, in the bank.
It was still half-full, and the approach of closing time and the certainty that they could not all be paid that day, along with the fear that the doors would not open on the morrow, mightily106 inflamed107 those who were not in the front rank. They clamored to be paid, brandishing108 their books or their notes. Some tried prayers, addressing Rodd by name, pleading their poverty or their services. Others reproached him for his slowness, and swore that it was purposeful. And they would not be still, they pushed and elbowed one another, rose on tiptoe and shuffled109 their feet, quarrelled among themselves.
Their voices filled the bank, passed beyond it, were heard in the street. Rodd worked on bravely, but the perspiration stood on his brow, while the clerks, flurried and nervous, looked now at the clock and now at the malcontents whose violence and restlessness seemed to treble their numbers.
Then it was that Ovington came in, and on the instant the noise died down, and there was silence. He advanced without speaking to within a few feet of the counter. He was cold, composed, upright, dignified. And still he did not speak. He surveyed his customers, his spectacles in his hand. His eyes took in each. At length, "Gentlemen," he said quietly, "there is no need for this excitement. You will all be paid. We are shorthanded to-day, but I had no reason to suppose that those who know me as well as most of you do know me--and there are some here who have known me all my life--would distrust me. However, as we are shorthanded, the bank will remain open to-day until half-past four. Mr. Rodd, you will see, if you please, that the requirements of those now in the room are met. I need not add that the bank will open at the usual time to-morrow. Good-day, gentlemen."
They raised a feeble cheer in their relief, and in the act of turning away, he paused. "Mr. Ricketts," he said, singling out one, "you are here about those bills? They are important. If you will bring them through to me--yes, if you please?"
The man whom he had addressed, a banker's clerk, followed him thankfully into the parlor. His uneasiness had been great, for, though he had not joined in his neighbors' threats, his employers' claim exceeded those of all the rest put together.
"We daren't wait, Mr. Ovington," he said apologetically. "Our people want it. I take it, it is all right, sir?"
"Quite," Ovington said. "You have them here? What is the total?"
"Eighteen hundred and twenty-eight, six, eight, sir."
Ovington examined the bills with a steady hand and wrote the amount on a slip of paper. He rang the bell, and the younger clerk came in. "Bring me that," he said "as quickly as you can." Then to his visitor, "My compliments to Mr. Allwood. Will you tell him that his assistance has been of material use to me, and that I shall not forget it? I was sorry to hear of Gibbons' failure."
"Yes, sir. Very unfortunate. Very unfortunate, indeed?"
"He is no loser by them, I hope?"
"Well, he is, sir, I am sorry to say."
"Ah, I am sorry." And when the lad had brought in the money, and the account was settled, "Are you returning to-night?"
"No, sir. My instructions were to travel by daylight."
"Then you have an opportunity of stating outside, that you have been paid? I am anxious, of course, to stop this foolish run."
The man said he would not fail to do so, and Ovington thanked him and saw him out by the private door. Then, taking with him certain books and the slips of paper that Rodd had sent in to him at hourly intervals110, he went into the dining-room. Things were no worse than he had expected, but they were no better. Or, yes, they were, a few hundreds better.
Betty was there, awaiting him with an anxious face. She had had no slips to inform her from hour to hour how things went, and she had been too wise to intrude111 on her father. But many times she had looked from the windows on the scene before the bank, on the shifting crowd, the hasty arrivals, the groups that clung unwearied to the steps of the Butter Cross; and though poverty--she was young--had few terrors for her, she comprehended only too well what her father was suffering--ay, and, though it was a minor112 evil, what a blister113 to his pride was this gathering of his neighbors to witness his fall!
So, though she could have put on an appearance of cheerfulness, she felt that it would not accord with his mood, and instead, "Well, father," she said, with loving anxiety, "is it bad or good?" And, as he sank wearily into his chair, she passed her arm about his shoulders.
"Well," he replied, with the sigh of a tired man, "it is pretty much as we expected. I don't know, child, that it is better or worse. But Rodd will be here presently and he will tell us. He must be worn out, poor chap. He has borne the brunt of the day, and he has borne it famously. Famously! I offered to take his place at the dinner-hour but he would not have it. He has not left the counter for five minutes at a time, and he has shown splendid nerve."
"Then you have not missed the others much?"
"No. We did not wish to pay out too quickly. Well--let us have some tea. Rodd will be glad of it. He has not tasted food since ten o'clock."
"Did you go in, father?"
"For a minute," smiling, "to scold them."
"Oh, they are horrid114!"
"No, they are just frightened. Frightened, child! We should do the same in their place."
"No," Betty said stoutly115. "I shouldn't! And I could never like anyone who did! Never!"
"Did what?"
"Took money from you when you wanted it so much! I think they're mean! Mean! And I shall never think anything else!" Betty's eyes sparkled, she was red with indignation. But the heat passed, and now she was paler than usual, she looked sad. Perhaps she had forgotten how things were, and now remembered; or perhaps--at any rate the glow faded and she was again the Betty of late days--a tired and depressed116 Betty.
She had seen to it that the fire was clear and the lamps burned brightly; had she not visited the room a dozen times to see to it? And now the curtains had been drawn, the tea-tray had come in, the kettle sang on the hob, the silver and china, reflecting the lights, twinkled a pleasant welcome to the tired man. Or they would have, if he could have believed that the comfort about him was permanent. But how long--the doubt tortured him--would it be his? How long could he ensure it for others? The waiting, anxious crowd, the scared faces, the clamorous117 customers, these were the things he saw, the things that blotted118 out the room and darkened the future. These were the only realities, the abiding119, the menacing facts of life. He let his chin fall on his hand, and gazed moodily120 into the fire. A Napoleon of-finance? Ay, but a Napoleon, crushed in the making, whose Waterloo had met him at Arcola!
He straightened himself when Rodd's step was heard in the passage, and he rose to take the last slip from the cashier's hand.
"Sit down, man, sit down," he said. "Betty, give Rodd a cup of tea. He must need it. Well?" putting on his glasses to consult the slip.
"We've paid out thirteen thousand two hundred and ten, sir."
"Through one pair of hands! Well done! A fine feat121, Rodd, and I shall not forget it. Umph!" thoughtfully, "that is just about what we expected. Neither much better nor much worse. What we did not expect--but sit down and drink your tea, man. Betty!"
"Yes, father."
"Pass the toast to him. He deserves all we can do for him. What we did not expect," reverting122 to the slip with a wrinkled brow, "were the payments in. Four hundred and seventy odd! I don't understand that. No other sign of returning credit, Rodd? Was it some one we've obliged? Very unlikely, for long memories are rare at such times as these. Who was it?"
Rodd was busy with his toast. Betty had passed it to him with a polite smile. "There were two, sir, I think," he said. He spoke as if he were not quite certain.
The banker looked up in surprise. "Think!" he said. "Why, you must know."
"Well, there were two, sir, I am sure. But paying out all day----"
"You'd remember who paid in, I should think. When there were but two. You must remember who they were."
"One was from Wolverhampton, I know," Rodd replied, "Mr. Watkins--or Walker."
"Walker or Watkins? Of Wolverhampton? I don't remember any customer of that name. And the other? Who was he?"
"From somewhere Bretton way. I could look him up."
The banker eyed Rodd closely. Had the day's work been too much for him? "You could look him up?" he rejoined. "Why, man, of course you could. Four hundred and seventy! A bank has failed before now for lack of less. All good notes, I suppose? No Gibbons' or Garrards', eh?" an idea striking him. "But you'd see to that. If some one had the idea of washing his hands that way--and the two banks already closed!"
But Rodd shook his head. "No, sir. It was in gold and Bank of England notes. I saw to that."
"Then I don't understand it," the banker decided123. He sat pondering--the thing had taken hold of his mind. Was it a trick? Did they mean to draw out the amount next morning? But, no they would not risk the money, and he would stand no worse if they drew it. An enemy could not have done it, then. A friend? But such friends were rare and the sum was no trifle. The amount was more than he had received for his plate, the proceeds of which had already gone into the cash-drawer. He pondered.
Meanwhile, "Another cup of tea?" Betty said politely. And as Rodd, avoiding her eyes, handed her his cup, "It's so nice to hear of strangers helping124 us," she continued with treacherous125 sweetness. "One feels so grateful to them."
Rodd muttered something, his mouth full of toast.
"It's so fine of them to trust us, when they don't know how things are--as we do, of course. I think it is splendid of them," Betty continued. "Father, you must bring them to me, some day, when all these troubles are over--that I may thank them."
But her father had risen to his feet. He was standing on the hearthrug, a queer look on his face. "I think that they are here now," he said. "Rodd, why did you do it?"
The cashier started. "I, sir? I don't think I----"
"Oh, you understand, man!" The banker was much moved. "You understand very well. Walker of Wolverhampton? You've a brother at Wolverhampton, I remember, though I don't think I've ever seen him. This is your three hundred, and all you could add to it. My G--d, man----" Ovington was certainly moved, for he seldom swore, "but if we go you'll lose it! You must draw it out before the bank opens to-morrow."
"No," said Rodd, who had turned red. "I shall do nothing of the sort, sir. It's as safe there as anywhere. I'm not afraid."
"But I don't understand," Betty said, looking from one to the other. It couldn't be true. It could not be that she had made such a--a dreadful mistake!
"There's no Mr. Walker," her father explained, "and no gentleman from Bretton. They are both Rodd. It's his money."
"Do you mean----" in a very small voice. "I thought that Mr. Rodd took his money out!"
"Only to put it in again when he thought that it might help us more. But we can't have it. He mustn't lose his money, all I expect that he----"
"It came out of the bank," Rodd said, "And there's where it belongs, and I'm not going," stubbornly, "to take it out. I've been here ten years--very comfortable, sir. And if the bank closed where'd I be? It's my interest that it shouldn't close."
The banker turned to the fire and put one foot on the fender as if to warm it. "Well, let it stay," he said, but his voice was unsteady. "If we have to close you'll have done a silly thing--that's all. But if we don't, you'll not have been such a fool!"
"Oh, we shall not close," Rodd boasted, and he gulped126 down his tea, his ears red.
There was an embarrassing silence. Ovington turned. "Well, Betty," he said, attempting a lighter127 tone. "I thought that you were going to thank--Mr. Walker of Wolverhampton?"
But Betty, murmuring something about an order for the servants, had already hurried from the room.
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adj.不可靠的,有暗藏的危险的;adj.背叛的,背信弃义的 | |
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126 gulped | |
v.狼吞虎咽地吃,吞咽( gulp的过去式和过去分词 );大口地吸(气);哽住 | |
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127 lighter | |
n.打火机,点火器;驳船;v.用驳船运送;light的比较级 | |
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