"Bless us! This comes o'going away! But where didst find th' money?"
"And what's more," Herbert continued, evading the question, "as I couldn't get my interest I gave you notice to repay, uncle, and as you didn't repay—"
"Give me notice to repay! What the dev—? You hadna' got my address."
"I had your legal address—this house, and I left the notice for you in the parlour. And as you didn't repay I—I took possession as mortgagee, and now I'm—I'm foreclosing."
"Thou'rt foreclosing!"
Silas stood up in the tub, staggered, furious, sweating. He would have stepped out of the tub and done something to Herbert had not common prudence and the fear of the blanket falling off restrained his passion. There was left to him only one thing to do, and he did it. He sat down again.
"Bless us!" he repeated feebly.
"So you see," said Herbert.
"And thou'st been living here ever since—alone, wi' Jane Sarah?"
"Not exactly," Herbert replied. "With my wife."