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Godfrey rose and took his own breakfast earlier than usual, but lingered in the wainscoted parlour till his younger brothers had finished their meal and gone out; awaiting his father, who always took a walk with his managing-man before breakfast.Every one breakfasted at a different hour in the Red House, and the Squire was always the latest, giving a long chance to a rather feeble morning appetite before he tried it.The table had been spread with substantial eatables nearly two hours before he presented himself--a tall, stout man of sixty, with a face in which the knit brow and rather hard glance seemed contradicted by the slack and feeble mouth.His person showed marks of habitual neglect, his dress was slovenly; and yet there was something in the presence of the old Squire distinguishable from that of the ordinary farmers in the parish, who were perhaps every whit as refined as he, but, having slouched their way through life with a consciousness of being in the vicinity of their "betters", wanted that self-possession and authoritativeness of voice and carriage which belonged to a man who thought of superiors as remote existences with whom he had personally little more to do than with America or the stars.The Squire had been used to parish homage all his life, used to the presupposition that his family, his tankards, and everything that was his, were the oldest and best; and as he never associated with any gentry higher than himself, his opinion was not disturbed by comparison.

He glanced at his son as he entered the room, and said, "What, sir!

haven't _you_ had your breakfast yet?" but there was no pleasant morning greeting between them; not because of any unfriendliness, but because the sweet flower of courtesy is not a growth of such homes as the Red House.

"Yes, sir," said Godfrey, "I've had my breakfast, but I was waiting to speak to you.""Ah! well," said the Squire, throwing himself indifferently into his chair, and speaking in a ponderous coughing fashion, which was felt in Raveloe to be a sort of privilege of his rank, while he cut a piece of beef, and held it up before the deer-hound that had come in with him."Ring the bell for my ale, will you? You youngsters'

business is your own pleasure, mostly.There's no hurry about it for anybody but yourselves."The Squire's life was quite as idle as his sons', but it was a fiction kept up by himself and his contemporaries in Raveloe that youth was exclusively the period of folly, and that their aged wisdom was constantly in a state of endurance mitigated by sarcasm.

Godfrey waited, before he spoke again, until the ale had been brought and the door closed--an interval during which Fleet, the deer-hound, had consumed enough bits of beef to make a poor man's holiday dinner.

"There's been a cursed piece of ill-luck with Wildfire," he began;"happened the day before yesterday."

"What! broke his knees?" said the Squire, after taking a draught of ale."I thought you knew how to ride better than that, sir.

I never threw a horse down in my life.If I had, I might ha'

whistled for another, for _my_ father wasn't quite so ready to unstring as some other fathers I know of.But they must turn over a new leaf--_they_ must.What with mortgages and arrears, I'm as short o' cash as a roadside pauper.And that fool Kimble says the newspaper's talking about peace.Why, the country wouldn't have a leg to stand on.Prices 'ud run down like a jack, and I should never get my arrears, not if I sold all the fellows up.And there's that damned Fowler, I won't put up with him any longer; I've told Winthrop to go to Cox this very day.The lying scoundrel told me he'd be sure to pay me a hundred last month.He takes advantage because he's on that outlying farm, and thinks I shall forget him."The Squire had delivered this speech in a coughing and interrupted manner, but with no pause long enough for Godfrey to make it a pretext for taking up the word again.He felt that his father meant to ward off any request for money on the ground of the misfortune with Wildfire, and that the emphasis he had thus been led to lay on his shortness of cash and his arrears was likely to produce an attitude of mind the utmost unfavourable for his own disclosure.

But he must go on, now he had begun.

"It's worse than breaking the horse's knees--he's been staked and killed," he said, as soon as his father was silent, and had begun to cut his meat."But I wasn't thinking of asking you to buy me another horse; I was only thinking I'd lost the means of paying you with the price of Wildfire, as I'd meant to do.Dunsey took him to the hunt to sell him for me the other day, and after he'd made a bargain for a hundred and twenty with Bryce, he went after the hounds, and took some fool's leap or other that did for the horse at once.If it hadn't been for that, I should have paid you a hundred pounds this morning."The Squire had laid down his knife and fork, and was staring at his son in amazement, not being sufficiently quick of brain to form a probable guess as to what could have caused so strange an inversion of the paternal and filial relations as this proposition of his son to pay him a hundred pounds.

"The truth is, sir--I'm very sorry--I was quite to blame,"said Godfrey."Fowler did pay that hundred pounds.He paid it to me, when I was over there one day last month.And Dunsey bothered me for the money, and I let him have it, because I hoped I should be able to pay it you before this."The Squire was purple with anger before his son had done speaking, and found utterance difficult."You let Dunsey have it, sir? And how long have you been so thick with Dunsey that you must _collogue_with him to embezzle my money? Are you turning out a scamp? I tell you I won't have it.I'll turn the whole pack of you out of the house together, and marry again.I'd have you to remember, sir, my property's got no entail on it;--since my grandfather's time the Casses can do as they like with their land.Remember that, sir.