Then he told Mr. Bates what he had done at Manninglea.
The old man frowned, flushed, and began to tremble.
"You shouldn't 'a' done that, William. It was a liberty. I must write and say my notice holds good."
Then there was a brief but most painful conversation, Dale nearly shedding tears while he pleaded to be allowed on this one occasion to act as banker, and Bates resolutely refusing help, refusing even to admit how much help was needed.
"William," he said obdurately, "I recognize your kind intention--but you've made a mistake. You shouldn't have done it, without a word to me. I can only repeat, it was a liberty."
Dale of course apologized, but went on pleading. It was all no use. Obviously Mr. Bates' pride had been wounded to the quick. He was white, shaky, so old, so feeble, and yet firm as a rock. Never till now had he spoken to Dale in such tones of stiff reproof.
"William, we'll say no more. I have paid my way all my days, and at my present age it's a bit too late to start differently."
His last words were: "I shall write next post to confirm the notice."
And he did so.
Then the tale ran round that Mr. Bates was going to the workhouse. People declared that he had ceded all his furniture to the landlord, who could now sell it quietly and advantageously, in a manner which would yield more than enough to wipe out the debt. Perhaps there might even be a trifling balance in the debtor's favor eventually; but meanwhile the homeless and stickless old gentleman would fall as another burden on the rates to which he had so long subscribed.
It was curious, perhaps, but the humble folk spoke of him as the old gentleman, and not as the old man, all at once giving him the title which they only now began to think he had fairly earned as a master and employer, an important personage who used to drive about in gigs, wear a black coat at church, and always have a kind word for you when you touched your cap to him.
"'Tis all a pity but so 'tis, and can't be gainsaid. Th' old gentleman hev come down so low, that 'tis the Union and nought else."
"Is that for sure?"
"Oh, yes, for certain sure. He is a-goin' into workhouse to-morrow maarning."
But he did not go there.
In the morning some one came running into Dale's yard, and shouted what had happened since dark last night.