Thomas Jordan was shaken and bruised, not otherwise hurt. He was, however, beside himself with rage. He dismissed Dawes from his employment, and summoned him for assault.
At the trial Paul Morel had to give evidence. Asked how the trouble began, he said:
“Dawes took occasion to insult Mrs. Dawes and me because I accompanied her to the theatre one evening; then I threw some beer at him, and he wanted his revenge.”
“Cherchez la femme!” smiled the magistrate.
The case was dismissed after the magistrate had told Dawes he thought him a skunk.
“You gave the case away,” snapped Mr. Jordan to Paul.
“I don’t think I did,” replied the latter. “Besides, you didn’t really want a conviction, did you?”
“What do you think I took the case up for?”
“Well,” said Paul, “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing.”
Clara was also very angry.
“Why need my name have been dragged in?” she said.
“Better speak it openly than leave it to be whispered.”
“There was no need for anything at all,” she declared.
“We are none the poorer,” he said indifferently.
“You may not be,” she said.
“And you?” he asked.
“I need never have been mentioned.”
“I’m sorry,” he said; but he did not sound sorry.
He told himself easily: “She will come round.” And she did.
He told his mother about the fall of Mr. Jordan and the trial of Dawes. Mrs. Morel watched him closely.
“And what do you think of it all?” she asked him.
“I think he’s a fool,” he said.
But he was very uncomfortable, nevertheless.
“Have you ever considered where it will end?” his mother said.
“No,” he answered; “things work out of themselves.”
“They do, in a way one doesn’t like, as a rule,” said his mother.
“And then one has to put up with them,” he said.
“You’ll find you’re not as good at ‘putting up’ as you imagine,” she said.
He went on working rapidly at his design.
“Do you ever ask her opinion?” she said at length.
“What of?”
“Of you, and the whole thing.”
