'I'd sooner pay double that 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 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, he laid it gently on the squire's shoulder. 'Frank