‘What cause have they for gratitude?’ exclaimed his son. ’For being turned out of house and home? for the three miles’ walk to their daily work! Yes, it is the fact. The dozen families left here, with edicts against lodgers, cannot suffice for the farmer’s work; and all Norris’s and Beecher’s men have to walk six miles every day of their lives, besides the hard day’s work. They are still farther from their parish, they are no one’s charge, they have neither church nor school, and whom should we blame for their being lawless?’
‘It used to be thought a very good thing for the parish,’ said Mrs. Frost, looking at her niece. ’I remember being sorry for the poor people, but we did not see things in the light in which Louis puts it.’
‘Young men like to find fault with the doings of their elders,’ said Lord Ormersfield.
‘Nothing can make me regard it otherwise than as a wicked sin!’ said Louis.
‘Nay, my dear,’ mildly said Aunt Catharine, ’if it were mistaken, I am sure it was not intentionally cruel.’
’What I call wicked is to sacrifice the welfare of dependents to our own selfish convenience! And you would call it cruel too, Aunt Catharine, if you could hear the poor creatures beg as a favour of Mr. Holdsworth to be buried among their kin, and know how it has preyed on the minds of the dying that they might not lie here among their own people.’
‘Change the subject, Fitzjocelyn,’ said his father: ’the thing is done, and cannot be undone.’
‘The undoing is my daily thought,’ said Louis. ’If I could have tried my plan of weaving cordage out of cotton-grass and thistle-down, I think I could have contrived for them.’
Mary looked up, and met his merry blue eye. Was he saying it so gravely to try whether he could take her in? ‘If you could—’ she said, and he went off into a hearty laugh, and finished by saying, so that no one could guess whether it was sport or earnest, ’Even taking into account the depredations of the goldfinches, it would be an admirable speculation, and would confer immeasurable benefits on the owners of waste lands. I mean to take out a patent when I have succeeded in the spinning.’
‘A patent for a donkey,’ whispered Aunt Catharine. He responded with a deferential bow, and the conversation was changed by the Earl; but copper was still the subject uppermost with Louis, and no sooner was dinner over than he followed the ladies to the library, and began searching every book on metals and minerals, till he had heaped up a pile of volumes, whence be rang the changes on oxide, pyrites, and carbonate, and octohedron crystals—names which poor Mrs. Frost had heard but too often. At last it came to certainty that he had seen the very masses containing ore; he would send one to-morrow to Illershall to be analysed, and bring his friend Dobbs down to view the spot.
‘Not in my time,’ interposed Lord Ormersfield. ’I would not wish for a greater misfortune than the discovery of a mine on my property.’