[The Jackmans look at each other; their faces show deep anger—­
     and the question they ask each other is which will speak.]

Mrs. J. We won’t take it; eh, George?

Jackman.  Not a farden.  We come there when we was married.

Hornblower. [Throwing out his finger] Ye’re very improvident folk.

Hillcrist. Don’t lecture them, Mr. Hornblower; they come out of this miles above you.

Hornblower. [Angry] Well, I was going to give ye another week, but ye’ll go out next Saturday; and take care ye’re not late, or your things’ll be put out in the rain.

Mrs. H. [To Mrs. Jackman] We’ll send down for your things, and you can come to us for the time being.

     [Mrs. Jackman drops a curtsey; her eyes stab Hornblowers.]

Jackman. [Heavily, clenching his fists] You’re no gentleman!  Don’t put temptation in my way, that’s all,

Hillcrist. [In a low voice] Jackman!

Hornblower. [Triumphantly] Ye hear that?  That’s your protegee!  Keep out o’ my way, me man, or I’ll put the police on to ye for utterin’ threats.

Hillcrist. You’d better go now, Jackman.

     [The Jackmans move to the door.]

Mrs. J. [Turning] Maybe you’ll repent it some day, sir.

     [They go out, Mrs. Hillcrist following.]

Hornblower.  We-ell, I’m sorry they’re such unreasonable folk.  I never met people with less notion of which side their bread was buttered.

Hillcrist. And I never met anyone so pachydermatous.

Hornblower.  What’s that, in Heaven’s name?  Ye needn’ wrap it up in long words now your good lady’s gone.

Hillcrist. [With dignity] I’m not going in for a slanging match.  I resent your conduct much too deeply.

Hornblower.  Look here, Hillcrist, I don’t object to you personally; ye seem to me a poor creature that’s bound to get left with your gout and your dignity; but of course ye can make yourself very disagreeable before ye’re done.  Now I want to be the movin’ spirit here.  I’m full of plans.  I’m goin’ to stand for Parliament; I’m goin’ to make this a prosperous place.  I’m a good-matured man if you’ll treat me as such.  Now, you take me on as a neighbour and all that, and I’ll manage without chimneys on the Centry.  Is it a bargain? [He holds out his hand.]

Hillcrist. [Ignoring it] I thought you said you didn’t keep your word when it suited you to break it?

Hornblower.  Now, don’t get on the high horse.  You and me could be very good friends; but I can be a very nasty enemy.  The chimneys will not look nice from that windie, ye know.

Hillcrist. [Deeply angry] Mr. Hornblower, if you think I’ll take your hand after this Jackman business, you’re greatly mistaken.  You are proposing that I shall stand in with you while you tyrannise over the neighbourhood.  Please realise that unless you leave those tenancies undisturbed as you said you would, we don’t know each other.