“Joe Banks always will be staunch,” said Mrs Glaire. “And you think with the men about that, Mr Selwood?”
“I would rather not answer that question,” he said.
“Then we will not discuss it,” she replied rather hotly. “But you came to bring me some tidings, Mr Selwood,” she continued, holding out her hand. “Forgive me if I feel as a mother, and defend my son.”
“I am here to defend him too,” said the vicar, taking and kissing the hand extended to him; and as he did so the door softly opened, and Eve glided into the room, to half shrink back and retire; but on hearing the vicar’s words she sank into a seat as if unnerved, and the conversation went on.
“Tell me now, what is the danger?” said Mrs Glaire.
“It is this,” said the vicar; “I am firmly persuaded that this house is a sanctuary, and that for the sake of yourself and your niece, Mr Richard Glaire is safe so long as he stays here.”
“And he will stay here till I can bring him to reason about these people. I would pay the money he demands at once, but he insists that it shall be the hard earnings of his workmen themselves, and I am powerless.”
“I am willing to lend the men the amount myself, but they will not take it, and I am afraid it would not be received if its source were known.”
“No,” said Mrs Glaire, “you must not pay it. My son would never forgive you. But go on.”
“I repeat,” said the vicar, “that your son is safe while he remains here.”