BOOK VII. TWO TEMPTATIONS.
71. CHAPTER LXXI.
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"He'll be drove away, whether or no," said Mr. Dill, the barber,
who had just dropped in. "I shaved Fletcher, Hawley's clerk,
this morning--he's got a bad finger--and he says they're all of one
mind to get rid of Bulstrode. Mr. Thesiger is turned against him,
and wants him out o' the parish. And there's gentlemen in this town
says they'd as soon dine with a fellow from the hulks. `And a deal
sooner I would,' says Fletcher; `for what's more against one's stomach
than a man coming and making himself bad company with his religion,
and giving out as the Ten Commandments are not enough for him,
and all the while he's worse than half the men at the tread-mill?'
Fletcher said so himself."
"It'll be a bad thing for the town though, if Bulstrode's money
goes out of it," said Mr. Limp, quaveringly.
"Ah, there's better folks spend their money worse," said a
firm-voiced dyer, whose crimson hands looked out of keeping
with his good-natured face.
"But he won't keep his money, by what I can make out," said the glazier.
"Don't they say as there's somebody can strip it off him?
By what I can understan', they could take every penny off him,
if they went to lawing."
"No such thing!" said the barber, who felt himself a little above
his company at Dollop's, but liked it none the worse. "Fletcher says
it's no such thing. He says they might prove over and over again
whose child this young Ladislaw was, and they'd do no more than
if they proved I came out of the Fens--he couldn't touch a penny."
"Look you there now!" said Mrs. Dollop, indignantly. "I thank
the Lord he took my children to Himself, if that's all the law
can do for the motherless. Then by that, it's o' no use who your
father and mother is. But as to listening to what one lawyer says
without asking another--I wonder at a man o' your cleverness,
Mr. Dill. It's well known there's always two sides, if no more;
else who'd go to law, I should like to know? It's a poor tale,
with all the law as there is up and down, if it's no use proving
whose child you are. Fletcher may say that if he likes, but I say,
don't Fletcher ME!"
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