“And what would become of Gran’fer?”
“He’d have warm corduroys and plenty of gruel in the Chipstone poorhouse.”
“You heartless knacker! Get off my cart. Whoa! Methusalem, whoa!”
“How you fly at a man! I’ve already got my mother living with me, and she and your grandfather wouldn’t get on, being of a different class. But I’d be willing to pay his rent and get a woman to look after him.”
“Nobody shall look after him but me. And his business—who is to look after that?”
“Don’t worry. Some other carrier’ll crop up.”
“There isn’t going to be any other carrier here but Daniel Quarles, understand that.”
“Well, if you think you’ll find anybody to marry your grandfather——” he said sullenly.
“Who wants to marry? I shall never give up the road.”
“If you’re so fond of driving, there’s always my trap.”