“That’s where it be!”
“Eh!”
“That’s where it be! I’m getting what you gave thirty years agone! And you soaking in money, Master, and getting bigger rents and bigger profits. Ain’t I to have my share of it?”
“Share of it!” the old man ejaculated, thunderstruck by an argument as new as the man’s insolence. “Share of it!”
“Why not?” Thomas knew his case desperate, and was bent on having something to repeat to the awe-struck circle at the Griffin Arms. “Why not?”
“Why, begad?” the Squire exclaimed, staring at him. “You’re the most impudent fellow I ever set eyes on!”
“You’ll see more like me before you die!” Thomas answered darkly. “In hard times didn’t we share ’em and fair clem? And now profits are up, the world’s full of money, as I hear in Aldersbury, and be you to take all and us none?”
It was a revelation to the Squire. Share? Share with his men? Could there be a fool so foolish as to look at the matter thus? Laborers were laborers, and he’d always seen that they had enough in the worst times to keep soul and body together. The duty of seeing that they had as much as would do that was his; and he had always owned it and discharged it. If man, woman or child had starved in Garthmyle he would have blamed himself severely. But the notion that they should have more because times were good, the notion that aught besides the county rate of wages, softened by feudal charity, entered into the question, was a heresy as new to him as it was preposterous. “You don’t know what you are talking about,” he said, surprise diminishing his anger.
“Don’t I?” the man answered, his little eyes sparkling with spite. “Well there’s some things I know as you don’t. You’d ought to go to the summer-house a bit more, Master, and you’d learn. You’d ought to walk in the garden. There’s goings-on and meetings and partings as you don’t know, I’ll go bail! But t’aint my business and I say nought. I do my work.”
“I’ll find another to do it this day month,” said the Squire. “And you’ll take that for notice, my man. You’ll do your duty while you’re here, and if I find one of the horses sick or sorry, you’ll sleep in jail. That’s enough. I want no more of your talk!”