"Not Moses Barraclough?"
"Yes"
"Ah! you've arrested him? Good! Then out of a scoundrel you're going to make a martyr: you've done a wise thing."
"I've done a right thing. Well, the short and the long of it is, I'm determined to get Farren a place, and I reckon on you to give him one."
"This is cool, however!" exclaimed Mr. Yorke.
"What right have you to reckon on me to provide for your dismissed workmen? What do I know about your Farrens and your Williams? I've heard he's an honest man; but am I to support all the honest men in Yorkshire? You may say that would be no great charge to undertake; but great or little, I'll none of it."
"Come, Mr. Yorke, what can you find for him to do?"
"I find! You'll make me use language I'm not accustomed to use. I wish you would go home—here is the door—set off."
Moore sat down on one of the hall chairs.
"You can't give him work in your mill—good—but you have land: find him some occupation on your land, Mr. Yorke."
"Bob, I thought you cared nothing about our 'lourdauds de paysans:' I don't understand this change."
