Just after dinner a note was brought to Alvar.
“If you please, sir, this note was found in the passage, just inside the back door.”
Alvar took the letter, lit one of the candles on the chimney-piece, and proceeded to read it.
“Moor End Farm, September 29th.
“Honoured Sir,—After the events of this morning, I consider it for the best that my brother Christopher should leave your service at once. I have no objection to forfeit any wages due to him, as I do not feel able to give the usual month’s notice after what has passed.
“I remain, honoured sir,—
“Your obedient servant,—
“Edward Fleming.”
Alvar coloured deeply as he read. “What is this?” he exclaimed. “May I not punish even a little boy, who insults me? Look!” and he threw the letter to his brother.
“It is very awkward,” said Cheriton.
“I think it is insolent,” said Alvar.
“I think there is a great effort to avoid any want of respect in the letter.”
“To take the boy away because he was punished!”
“Well, Alvar, if you or I were in Ned Fleming’s place, we shouldn’t have liked it.”