"You know the part I took in the County Council election?"
"Very well."
"Of course, I knew that Lord St. Goram didn't quite like it. He expects every tenant and lease-holder to vote just as he wishes them. Poor people are not supposed to have any rights or opinions, but I thought the day had gone by when a man was to be punished for thinking for himself."
"But what has happened?" Ralph asked eagerly.
"I'm to be turned out of my shop."
"No!"
"It's the solemn truth. I had a seven years' lease, which expires next March, and Lord St. Goram refuses to renew it."
"For what reason?"
"He gives no reason at all. But it is easy to guess. I opposed him at the election, you know. I had a perfect right to do it, but rights go for nothing. Now he is taking his revenge. I've not only to clear out in March, but I've to restore the premises to the exact condition they were in when I took them."
"But you've improved the place in every way."