hey? I've heard of you—I've heard of you! Riding on pigs and breaking the Sabbath! A nice lot! What do you want here, hey? What do you want of the old pagan, hey? I don't ask favours of parsons—and I don't give any. What do you want, I say?"
Faith wished herself a thousand miles away. She stammered out her thought in its naked simplicity.
"I came—to ask you—to go to church—and pay—to the salary."
Norman glared at her. Then he burst forth again.
"You impudent young hussy—you! Who put you up to it, jade? Who put you up to it?"
"Nobody," said poor Faith.
"That's a lie. Don't lie to me! Who sent you here? It wasn't your father—he hasn't the smeddum of a flea—but he wouldn't send you to do what he dassn't do himself. I suppose it was some of them confounded old maids at the Glen, was it—was it, hey?"
"No—I—I just came myself."
"Do you take me for a fool ?" shouted Norman.
"No—I thought you were a gentleman," said Faith faintly, and certainly without any thought of being sarcastic.
Norman bounced up.
"Mind your own business. I don't want to hear another word from you. If you wasn't such a kid I'd teach you to interfere in what doesn't concern you. When I want parsons or pill-dosers I'll send for them.
