"Ah, indeed!" Then, raising his voice, "Hey! Jan Kat! Come in here."

There was a shuffling of feet. The native constable, who had been roosting in the son on the court-house steps, appeared at the door.

"Turn Mr Sonnenberg out of my office."

Just those few words--quietly spoken--no further appeal to leave. Roden prepared to go on with his work again.

"Come, sir, you must go," said the constable.

Sonnenberg was speechless with rage. He glared first at Roden, then at the stalwart Fingo, as though he had some thoughts of a.s.saulting one or both of them. To be turned out of the room ignominiously, and by a native! It was too much of an outrage.

"Come, sir, you must leave the office," repeated the constable more peremptorily.

Then Sonnenberg opened his mouth and there gurgled forth weird and sonorous German oaths mingled with full-flavoured English blasphemies, all rolling out so thick and fast as to tread upon each other's heels and well-nigh to choke the utterer. In the midst of a forced breathing s.p.a.ce a voice--quick and stern--was heard to exclaim--

"What is all this about?"

Sonnenberg started. In the doorway stood the magistrate himself. But there was that in the latter's face which sadly disconcerted the frenzied Teuton. The ally he had reckoned on seemed to wear an uncommonly hostile look. However, he began volubly to explain how he had been insulted when he came in, and how the constable had been ordered to eject him. Mr Van Stolz heard him to the end, Roden putting in no word; then he looked at the summons, which still lay on the table, where it had been thrown.

"Mr Sonnenberg," he said, "I can see through a brick wall as far as most people and I don't want to be told the ins and outs of this.

Whatever you have had to put up with you have brought upon yourself.

You received a perfectly courteous letter reminding you that you had not yet taken out your licence. You chose to take no notice of that, so Mr Musgrave, by my instructions, drew up a summons. In coming here to talk about it you have committed an act of gross impertinence, bordering on a contempt of court, and if you think that you can come into these offices for the purpose of kicking up a row, we shall soon show you your mistake. Whatever day is set forth on the summons, that day you had better be in court--which is all I need say in the matter. Now, you may go."

Astounded, bewildered, snubbed down to the very dust, Sonnenberg slunk off. The silent, absolutely indifferent contempt of Roden, was more galling than any look of cheap triumph might have been, for the latter had not even thought it worth while to put in one word of his version of the story, wherein he was right. But the vindictive Jew vowed within his heart the direst of dire vengeance did the chance ever present itself.

"That d.a.m.ned Jew!" exclaimed Mr Van Stolz in his free and confidential way, when he and his subordinate were alone together again. "You were quite right, Musgrave. You must not stand any humbug from such fellows.

Watkins was too much hand-in-glove with them all, and they thought they could do anything with him in the way of trying it on, but he was young.

Still, of course, it doesn't do to be too sharp on fellows. I don't mean in this case, or any other. I'm speaking generally. That impudent dog, Sonnenberg, got only half what he deserved. When is the case to come on?"

"Next Monday, sir."

"So! Well, he'll be as mild as Moses then," chuckled the other.

On another occasion a worthy representative of Doppersdorp was destined to learn that the new magistrate's clerk was not altogether born yesterday. This was a law-agent, a b.u.mptious, ill-conditioned fellow named Tasker, who owed Roden a grudge for having ruthlessly taxed down bill after bill of costs, of a glaringly extortionate nature. He, entering the office one day, asked for twopenny revenue stamps to the amount of two pounds sterling, which having received, he threw down a deed.

"Stamp that, please."

Roden cast his eye down the doc.u.ment, and satisfied himself that the stamp duty was precisely the amount just purchased.

"It wants a 2 pound stamp," he said.

"Just so," returned the other briskly. "Stick these on, please,"

handing him the two hundred and forty stamps, with a malicious grin.

"Stick them on yourself," was the answer.

Then Tasker began to rave. It was the duty of the Distributer of Stamps to stamp all doc.u.ments brought to him, and so forth. What did he mean?

To all of which Roden turned a deaf ear, and proceeded to occupy himself with other matters.

"So you refuse to stamp this doc.u.ment!" foamed the agent at length.

"Distinctly. Do it yourself."

"We'll soon see about that." And this fool started off to the magistrate's room to complain to that functionary that the Distributer of Stamps refused to perform the office for which he was paid. Mr Van Stolz, who knew his man, rose without a word and went into the clerk's office.

"What is the meaning of this, Mr Musgrave? Mr Tasker complains that you refuse to stamp his deed."

Roden saw the look on his chief's face that he knew so well. He antic.i.p.ated some fun.

"I refused to do so on his terms, sir," he answered; "I asked him whether he wanted a 2 pound stamp, but he replied that I was to stick those two hundred and forty stamps on a bit of paper that won't hold the half of them. I ventured to think I was right in retorting that the Government time was not to be played the fool with in that fashion."

"You're bound to stamp all deeds," struck in the agent sullenly, realising that he was likely to undergo a severe snub for his ill-conditioned idiocy.

"We are bound to supply you with the stamps, Mr Tasker," returned Mr Van Stolz, "but we are not bound to lick them for you. Therefore, if you want it done, you must do it yourself."

The agent stared, then looked foolish.

"Can I change these for a 2 pound one, then?" he growled, but quite crestfallen.

"Well, you can this time; but we are not even bound to change them for you, once they have been delivered. You can oblige Mr Tasker in this way, Mr Musgrave."

"Certainly," said Roden blandly, and, the exchange being effected, the agent departed.

"It would have served him right to have made him pay for another stamp, Musgrave," chuckled the magistrate, when they were alone together. "But the poor devil is generally so hard up that it's doubtful if he could have mustered another 2 pounds."

Now the foregoing incidents were only two out of many; which went to show that, if a man was unpopular in Doppersdorp, it was not necessarily his own fault.

Still there were some, though few, by whom Roden was well liked. Among these was Father O'Driscoll, the priest who shepherded the scanty and scattered Catholic inhabitants of the town and district, a genial and kindly-natured old man, and by reason of those qualities widely popular, even with some of the surrounding Boers, whose traditional detestation of the creed he represented it would be impossible to exaggerate. A native of Cork, and in his younger days a keen sportsman, it was with unbounded delight he discovered that the new official was well acquainted with a considerable section of his own country and the fishing streams thereof--and frequent were the evenings which these two would spend together, over a steaming tumbler of punch, killing afresh many a big salmon in Shannon, or Blackwater, or Lee. And with sparkling eyes the old priest would disinter brown and weather-beaten fly-books, turning over, almost reverently, the soiled parchment leaves, where musty relics of the insidious gauds which had lured many a n.o.ble fish to its undoing still hung together to carry back his mind to the far, far past.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

LAMBERT--OUT OF IT.

"...And I can really give you no other answer."

"Don't say that, Mona. We haven't known each other so very long, certainly, but still..."

"It isn't that, Dr Lambert. I like you very much, and all that sort of thing, but I can say no more than I have said."

The two were alone together under the shade of the trees behind the house: Mona, still furtively engaged in the favourite pastime Lambert had come upon her more actively pursuing--viz., lying in a hammock admiring her own magnificent proportions. The doctor's infatuation, fired to fever heat over the symmetrical and sensuous grace of this splendid creature, had taken words, and we have just come in for the end of his proposal and--rejection.

"Of course, some one else," he jerked out bitterly, after a few moments of silence. "Lucky chap, anyhow; only, don't take too much on trust in that quarter," with a sneer.

She half started up in her hammock, and her eyes flashed. The compression of her lips, together with the hardening of the lower half of her face, was not now attractive; to an impartial spectator, it would have bordered on the repellent. But Lambert was not an impartial spectator, being madly in love.

"That's right," she retorted. "Pray go on. Just like all you men,"