She watched it
with darkening face.
"That is the sort of man I detest," she said, motioning her head towards
the window. "You know whose carriage it is, don't you?"
He shook his head.
"No, I did not know that any one round here drove with positions."
"It is the Marquis of Arranmore. He has a place at Enton, I believe,
but he is only here for a few months in the year."
Brooks started and leaned eagerly forward.
"Why do you hate him?" he asked. "What has he done?"
"Didn't you hear how he treated the Mayor when he went out for a
subscription to the Unemployed Fund?"
Brooks shook his head.
"No! I have heard nothing."
"Poor old Mr. Wensome went out all that way purposely to see him. He
was kept waiting an hour, and then when he explained his errand the
Marquis laughed at him. 'My dear fellow,' he said, 'the poor people of
Medchester do not interest me in the least. I do not go to the people
who are better off than I am and ask them to help support me, nor do I
see the least reason why those who are worse off than I am should expect
me to support them.
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