“Be reasonable, Pasco. I cannot tell what has come over you to-night. You are not yourself. If you do not care about the outlay for a saw-mill, we must saw all up by hand, and that will come costlier in the end. I fancy if you bestirred yourself you could raise a loan.”
“I will not. I will have but one thing now—your absence. Get out of my house!”
“Where be I to go to?” asked Quarm, settling himself from one leg to the other. “There’s Jane Redmore in my cottage, with all her children.”
“Well”—
“I can’t go there—the place is full.”
“You are a fool to have suffered it.”
“Kate begged and prayed of me”—
“Take the consequences, and be homeless.”
“I cannot, for to-night. You are going to Brimpts, and it is as well the men should see you. I shall return to-morrow, but to-night I must house me somewhere. Let me stay here; there is no one in the place, and I’ll keep guard for you if you wish.”
“There is nothing here to guard, but emptiness. I want no help of yourn.”