He dipped a pen in the ink and held it out to William Roper with very much the air of Lady Macbeth presenting her husband with the dagger.
William Roper was stupefied. Mr. Manley, truculent and dramatic, cowed him.
"I never done nothing, sir," he said feebly.
"Sign—at once!" said Mr. Manley, gazing at him with the glare of the basilisk.
"I ain't agoing to sign. I ain't done nothing to be discharged. I ain't said nothing but what I seed with my own eyes," William Roper protested.
"Sign!" said Mr. Manley, tapping the receipt like an official in a spy play. "Sign!"
He was too much for William Roper. The conflict, such as it was, of wills ceased abruptly. William Roper signed.
Mr. Manley pushed the money towards him as towards a loathed pariah. William Roper counted it, and put it in his pocket. He walked towards the door with an air of stupefied dejection.
"Also, you are to be off the estate by twelve o'clock tomorrow. Loudwater is not the place for ungrateful and slanderous rogues," said Mr. Manley.
William Roper stopped and turned; his face was working malignantly.
"We'll see what Mr. Flexen's got to say about this," he snarled, went through the door, and slammed it behind him.
