"Money," said the old lady; "and I suppose he sent you two gentlemen round to see how the land lay."
She was looking full at Mr. Davis as she spoke, and both men began to take a somewhat sombre view of the situation.
"You didn't know him, else you wouldn't talk like that," said Mr. Wotton. "I don't suppose you'd know 'im if you was to see him now."
"I don't suppose I should," said the other.
"P'r'aps you'd reckernize his voice?" said Mr. Davis, breaking silence at last.
Mr. Wotton held his breath, but the old lady merely shook her head thoughtfully. "It was a disagreeable voice when his wife used to hear it," she said at last. "Always fault-finding, when it wasn't swearing."
Mr. Wotton glanced at his friend, and, raising his eyebrows slightly, gave up his task. "Might ha' been faults on both sides," said Mr. Davis, gruffly. "You weren't all that you should ha' been, you know."
"Me!" said his hostess, raising her voice.
"Yes, you," said Mr. Davis, rising. "Don't you know me, Mary? Why, I knew you the moment you come into the room."