Dr Thorne - Anthony Trollope [39]
Frank could not help laughing at the story, especially at his cousin’s mode of translating the undertaker’s mottoes; and then they sauntered back from the stables into the house to dress for dinner.
Dr Thorne had come to the house somewhat before dinnertime, at Mr Gresham’s request, and was now sitting with the squire in his own book-room – so-called – while Mary was talking to some of the girls upstairs.
‘I must have ten or twelve thousand pounds; ten at the very least,’ said the squire, who was sitting in his usual arm-chair, close to his littered table, with his head supported on his hand, looking very unlike the father of an heir to a noble property, who had that day come of age.
It was the first of July, and of course there was no fire in the grate; but, nevertheless, the doctor was standing with his back to the fireplace, with his coat-tails over his arms, as though he were engaged, now in summer as he so often was in winter, in talking, and roasting his hinder person at the same time.
‘Twelve thousand pounds! It’s a very large sum of money.’
‘I said ten,’ said the squire.
‘Ten thousand pounds is a large sum of money. There is no doubt he’ll let you have it. Scatcherd will let you have it; but I know he’ll expect to have the title-deeds.’
‘What! for ten thousand pounds?’ said the squire. ‘There is not a registered debt against the property but his own and Armstrong’s.’
‘But his own is very large already.’
‘Armstrong’s is nothing; about four-and-twenty thousand pounds.’
‘Yes; but he comes first, Mr Gresham.’
‘Well, what of that? To hear you talk, one would think that there was nothing left of Greshamsbury. What’s four-and-twenty thousand pounds? Does Scatcherd know what the rent-roll is?’
‘Oh, yes, he knows it well enough: I wish he did not.’
‘Well, then, why does he make such a bother about a few thousand pounds? The title-deeds, indeed!’
‘What he means is, that he must have ample security to cover what he has already advanced before he goes on. I wish to goodness you had no further need to borrow. I did think that things were settled last year.’
‘Oh, if there’s any difficulty, Umbleby will get it for me.’
‘Yes; and what will you have to pay for it?’
‘I’d sooner pay double than be talked to in this way,’ said the squire, angrily, and, as he spoke, he got up hurriedly from his chair, thrust his hands into his trousers-pockets, walked quickly to the window, and immediately walking back again, threw himself once more into his chair.
‘There are some things a man cannot bear, doctor,’ said he, beating the devil’s tattoo on the floor with one of his feet, ‘though God knows I ought to be patient now, for I am made to bear a good many such things. You had better tell Scatcherd that I am obliged to him for his offer, but that I will not trouble him.’
The doctor during this little outburst had stood quite silent with his back to the fireplace and his coat-tails hanging over his arms; but though his voice said nothing, his face said much. He was very unhappy; he was greatly grieved to find that the squire was so soon again in want of money, and greatly grieved also to find that this want had made him so bitter and unjust. Mr Gresham had attacked him; but as he was determined not to quarrel with Mr Gresham, he refrained from answering.
The squire also remained silent for a few minutes; but he was not endowed with the gift of silence, and was soon, as it were, compelled to speak again.
‘Poor Frank!’ said he. ‘I could yet be easy about everything if it were not for the injury I have done him. Poor Frank!’
The doctor advanced a few paces from off the rug, and taking his hand out of his pocket,