The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

repeat what. Come bide with me—and name your own terms. I'll agree to 'em willingly and 'ithout a word of gainsaying; for, hang it, Farfrae, I like thee well!"
    The young man's hand remained steady in Henchard's for a moment or two. He looked over the fertile country that stretched beneath them, then backward along the shaded walk reaching to the top of the town. His face flushed.
    "I never expected this—I did not!" he said. "It's Providence! Should any one go against it? No; I'll not go to America; I'll stay and be your man!"
    His hand, which had lain lifeless in Henchard's, returned the latter's grasp.
    "Done," said Henchard.
    "Done," said Donald Farfrae.
    The face of Mr. Henchard beamed forth a satisfaction that was almost fierce in its strength. "Now you are my friend!" he exclaimed. "Come back to my house; let's clinch it at once by clear terms, so as to be comfortable in our minds." Farfrae caught up his bag and retraced the North–West Avenue in Henchard's company as he had come. Henchard was all confidence now.
    "I am the most distant fellow in the world when I don't care for a man," he said. "But when a man takes my fancy he takes it strong. Now I am sure you can eat another breakfast? You couldn't have eaten much so early, even if they had anything at that place to gi'e thee, which they hadn't; so come to my house and we will have a solid, staunch tuck–in, and settle terms in black–and–white if you like; though my word's my bond. I can always make a good meal in the morning. I've got a splendid cold pigeon–pie going just now. You can have some home–brewed if you want to, you know."
    "It is too airly in the morning for that," said Farfrae with a smile.
    "Well, of course, I didn't know. I don't drink it because of my oath, but I am obliged to brew for my work–people."
    Thus talking they returned, and entered Henchard's premises by the back way or traffic entrance. Here the matter was settled over the breakfast, at which Henchard heaped the young Scotchman's plate to a prodigal fulness. He would not rest satisfied till Farfrae had written for his luggage from Bristol, and dispatched the letter to the post–office. When it was done this man of strong impulses declared that his new friend should take up his abode in his house—at least till some suitable lodgings could be found.
    He then took Farfrae round and showed him the place, and the stores of grain, and other stock; and finally entered the offices where the younger of them has already been discovered by Elizabeth.

10.
    While she still sat under the Scotchman's eyes a man came up to the door, reaching it as Henchard opened the door of the inner office to admit Elizabeth. The newcomer stepped forward like the quicker cripple at Bethesda, and entered in her stead. She could hear his words to Henchard: "Joshua Jopp, sir—by appointment—the new manager."
    "The new manager!—he's in his office," said Henchard bluntly.
    "In his office!" said the man, with a stultified air.
    "I mentioned Thursday," said Henchard; "and as you did not keep your appointment, I have engaged another manager. At first I thought he must be you. Do you think I can wait when business is in question?"
    "You said Thursday or Saturday, sir," said the newcomer, pulling out a letter.
    "Well, you are too late," said the corn–factor. "I can say no more."
    "You as good as engaged me," murmured the man.
    "Subject to an interview," said Henchard. "I am sorry for you—very sorry indeed. But it can't be helped."
    There was no more to be said, and the man came out, encountering Elizabeth–Jane in his passage. She could see that his mouth twitched with anger, and that bitter disappointment was written in his face everywhere.
    Elizabeth–Jane now entered, and stood before the master of the premises. His dark pupils—which always seemed to have a red spark of light in them, though this could hardly be a physical fact—turned indifferently round under his dark brows until they rested