“Here it is, sir.  Would you like an acknowledgment, Mr. Levi,” said Crawley obsequiously.

“No! foolish man.  Are not these sufficient vouchers?  You are free, sir,” said Crawley to William with an air of cheerful congratulation.

“Am I?  Then I advise you to get out of my way, for my fingers do itch to fling you headforemost down the stairs.”

On this hint out wriggled Mr. Crawley with a semicircle of bows to the company.  Constable touched his frontlock and went straight away as if he was going through the opposite wall of the house.  Meadows pointed after him with his finger and said to Levi, “You see the road—­get out of my house.”

The old man never moved from his chair, to which he had returned after paying William’s debts.  “It is not your house,” said he coolly.

The other stared.  “No matter,” replied Meadows sharply, “it is mine till my mortgage is paid off.”

“I am here to pay it.”

“Ah!”

“Principal and interest calculated up to twelve o’clock this eleventh day of March.  It wants five minutes to twelve.  I offer you principal and interest—­eight hundred and twenty-two pounds fourteen shillings and fivepence three farthings before these witnesses—­and demand the title deeds.”

Meadows hung his head, but he was not a man to waste words in mere scolding.  He took the blow with forced calmness as who should say, “This is your turn—­the next is mine.”

“Miss Merton,” said he, almost in a whisper, “I never had the honor to receive you here before and I never shall again.  How long do you give me to move my things?”

“Can you not guess?” inquired the other with a shade of curiosity.

“Why, of course you will put me to all the inconvenience you can.  Come, now, am I to move all my furniture and effects out of this great house in twenty-four hours?”

“I give you more than that.”

“How kind!  What, you give me a week perhaps?” asked Meadows incredulously.

“More than that, you fool!  Don’t you see that it is on next Lady-day you will be turned into the street.  Aha! woman-worshiper, on Lady-day!  A tooth for a tooth!” And the old man ground his teeth, which were white as ivory, and his fist clinched itself, while his eye glittered, and he swelled out from the chair, and literally bristled with hate—­ “A tooth for a tooth!”

“Oh, Mr. Levi,” said Susan sorrowfully, “how soon you have forgotten my last lesson!”

Meadows for a moment felt a chill of fear at the punctiliousness of revenge in this Oriental whom he had made his enemy.  To this succeeded the old hate multiplied by ten; but he made a monstrous effort and drove it from his face down into the recesses of his heart.  “Well,” said he, “may you enjoy this house as I have done this last twelvemonth!”

“That does you credit, good Mr. Meadows,” cried simple Susan, missing his meaning.  Meadows continued in the same tone, “And I must make shift with the one you vacate on Lady-day.”