“Worry. From what I can gather, he must have some upset when out walking. Our friend has a temper.”
“Ah!” ejaculated Glyddyr.
“Then he has had some quarrel with this poor fellow who is hurt. The terrible accident followed, and, with the customary crass obstinacy of rustic, ignorant workmen, the poor fellow and his comrades lay the blame of a trouble, caused by their own stupidity, upon their employer.”
“Yes, I see. Caused great mental disturbance?”
“Exactly, my dear sir. He being a man who, in the labour of making money, has nearly worried himself to death.”
“Yes.”
“And who now worries himself far more to keep it.”
“Ah, money is hard to keep,” said Glyddyr, with a smile.
“He has found it so, sir. When the old bank broke years ago, it hit him to the tune of many thousands.”
“Indeed!”