She shall spout if she likes."
"I see you've set up a new hobby, my friend, and I can back you to ride
hard. Seriously speaking, I never knew any cause that I would assist
sooner than this. That fellow Fullerton was once described to me by a
Jew as 'hare-brained.' It needed a curious sort of hare-brain to build
up such an organization as we have seen. I may tell you a little secret,
as we are alone. When I was fighting my way up, I was very glad to
attend a working man, and I starved genteelly for a long time in a big
fishing-port. I assure you that in those days a fisherman was the most
ill-conditioned dog on God's earth. He knew less of goodness than a dog
does, and I think you could see every possible phase of hoggishness and
cruel wickedness on a Saturday night in that town. It used to be a mere
commonplace to say that no one should venture into the fishermen's
quarter after dark. There is a big change. You snarl at parsons a good
deal, I know, but you can't snarl at what we have seen. You are quite
right, and I mean to help spur your new hobby as hard as I can."
* * * * *
After Robert Cassall had been some days at
home, Mr. Fullerton received the following
letter:--
DEAR SIR,--As arranged at our last meeting, I went out to view
your work among the North Sea fishermen, and I am satisfied
that I may assist your admirable efforts. In this letter I
merely sketch my proposals in an informal manner, but my
solicitors, Messrs.
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