“I judge of a man by what he does, not by what he says. That’s what you’ve done, and that’s what you’ll pay for sooner or late.”
“A time will come when you’ll withdraw that, Mr. Dingle. It’s a cruel libel on my character and you’ll live to know it. At present I’m only wishful to do things decently and in order, and I’ll ask you again to look forward. I should be very glad to know, please, when you’re going to go on with this? I venture to think you ought to move in the matter.”
“You beat anything I’ve ever heard of,” said Dingle. “What are you made of—flesh and blood, or stone? To tell me my duty!”
“Why not, if you don’t see it? I’m not thinking of myself—only the situation as it affects her.”
“And I’m thinking of it as it affects me. I’ve been pretty badly damaged in this racket—the lawyer’s made that clear to me. I shall get it out of you somehow—how I don’t know at present. You can clear now, and I shan’t come to you to decide what I’m going to do about it—or to that wicked, little fool either. Yes, a wicked, little fool—that’s what she is—and she’ll look at home presently, when you’ve knocked the life out of her, and find it out for herself.”
Kellock rose and prepared to depart.
“I’m sorry I called if it was only to anger you,” he said.
“Yes; and you’ll be sorry for lots of things presently I shouldn’t wonder. You’re a fool too, come to think of it—that’s part of my revenge I reckon—to know you, who thought yourself so wonderful, are only a young fool after all.”
So the interview ended and Kellock went his way outwardly unruffled but inwardly perturbed. He had never considered the possibility of Dingle doing anything in the way of damages. He had, in fact, thought far too little about Dingle. Ned was a man of no force of character and he had assumed that he would proceed upon the conventional lines proper to such cases. But Ned’s very weakness now grew into a danger, because he was evidently in the hands of a lawyer and might be easily influenced by a stronger will than his own. The law would probably not learn the real human facts of the situation as between Ned and Medora. The law never did go into these subtleties of character upon which such things depended. Superficially the law might hold him, what he—Kellock—was so far from being, and perhaps actually punish him in his pocket—an event that had not entered his calculations. Did Dingle make any such claim, it would certainly be his place to plead against it, or get a lawyer to do so for him. He felt anxious, for he feared the law and knew it to be a terribly costly matter to defend the most righteous cause.
And meantime Ned received another caller, who knew Kellock better than he did, and left him with some curious information to consider. Indeed it was not Jordan’s own visit that threw any new light on Jordan, but that of an older man. Philander Knox now arrived to see Dingle on private business.