'So that was the lady you spoke of as a woman?' said he

indignantly to Higgins. 'You might have told me who she was.

'And then, maybe, yo'd ha' spoken of her more civil than yo' did;

yo'd getten a mother who might ha' kept yo'r tongue in check when

yo' were talking o' women being at the root o' all the plagues.' 'Of course you told that to Miss Hale?' 'In coorse I did. Leastways, I reckon I did. I telled her she

weren't to meddle again in aught that concerned yo'.' 'Whose children are those--yours?' Mr. Thornton had a pretty good

notion whose they were, from what he had heard; but he felt

awkward in turning the conversation round from this unpromising

beginning.

'They're not mine, and they are mine.' 'They are the children you spoke of to me this morning?' 'When yo' said,' replied Higgins, turning round, with

ill-smothered fierceness, 'that my story might be true or might

not, bur it were a very unlikely one. Measter, I've not

forgetten.' Mr. Thornton was silent for a moment; then he said: 'No more have

I. I remember what I said. I spoke to you about those children in

a way I had no business to do. I did not believe you. I could not

have taken care of another man's children myself, if he had acted

towards me as I hear Boucher did towards you. But I know now that

you spoke truth. I beg your pardon.' Higgins did not turn round, or immediately respond to this. But

when he did speak, it was in a softened tone, although the words

were gruff enough.

'Yo've no business to go prying into what happened between

Boucher and me. He's dead, and I'm sorry. That's enough.' 'So it is. Will you take work with me? That's what I came to

ask.' Higgins's obstinacy wavered, recovered strength, and stood firm.

He would not speak. Mr. Thornton would not ask again. Higgins's

eye fell on the children.

'Yo've called me impudent, and a liar, and a mischief-maker, and

yo' might ha' said wi' some truth, as I were now and then given

to drink. An' I ha' called you a tyrant, an' an oud bull-dog, and

a hard, cruel master; that's where it stands. But for th'

childer. Measter, do yo' think we can e'er get on together?' 'Well!' said Mr. Thornton, half-laughing, 'it was not my proposal

that we should go together. But there's one comfort, on your own

showing. We neither of us can think much worse of the other than

we do now.' 'That's true,' said Higgins, reflectively. 'I've been thinking,

ever sin' I saw you, what a marcy it were yo' did na take me on,

for that I ne'er saw a man whom I could less abide. But that's

maybe been a hasty judgment; and work's work to such as me. So,

measter, I'll come; and what's more, I thank yo'; and that's a

deal fro' me,' said he, more frankly, suddenly turning round and

facing Mr. Thornton fully for the first time.




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