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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

calmed down, considered for a while silently, and finally desired me to send you to him<br />

without delay. So you must wait upon him this evening, Simon.”<br />

"Very good," replied the yeoman. "I will not fail to do so.”<br />

“I would I knew your object," mused the lawyer, as he crossed the yard again. “It cannot<br />

be the young lady, that is certain; and, much as you and yours have loved the<br />

Charnocks, I doubt if the mere quixotic wish to help the family is strong enough for<br />

such a step as this."<br />

“It is very strong," put in Simon quietly.<br />

“<strong>The</strong>n, deuce take it, this business with your cousin; you do not love him, I can see —<br />

why then interfere?"<br />

"You can conceive perhaps," returned the other, "that I may have a sufficiently strong<br />

sense of family responsibility to desire to prevent one of my own kin from bringing<br />

disgrace and unhappiness into a family which I honour."<br />

[187]<br />

“Is that the explanation?" cried the lawyer, turning round with a disgusted face; “upon<br />

my soul, I did not think you would have been so foolish." He clicked his tongue against<br />

his teeth and shook his head.<br />

"Very insufficient, Simon, very insufficient; it was evidently not from your side of the<br />

family that the young fellow Gifford took his shrewdness. Pooh! Pooh! A rubbishy tale,<br />

a very flimsy excuse, young man. Let me tell you," he added sternly, pausing with his<br />

foot on the step of the chaise, “I do not for one moment believe it, Simon <strong>Fleetwood</strong>."<br />

An hour later Simon was ushered into the small study or office where the Squire usually<br />

conducted matters of business. Mr. Charnock had drawn his high elbow-chair close to<br />

the table, which faced the door, and looked up as he entered. A fine man still, though his<br />

years were close upon seventy; his features clear-cut and handsome, yet bearing the<br />

stamp of long self-indulgence. He fixed his eyes upon the young man, as he advanced<br />

into the room, with a searching and somewhat haughty gaze.<br />

“Sit down, Mr. <strong>Fleetwood</strong>," pointing to a chair at a little distance.<br />

Simon obeyed.

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