"
The Journalist was silent for a moment, and them began to laugh quietly.
"It was certainly an inverted form of holding to ransom," he said.
"If you had known my aunt," said the Wine Merchant, "you would have
wondered that they didn't put the figure higher."
"I realise the temptation. Did your uncle succumb to it?"
"Well, you see, he had to think of others as well as himself. For the
family to have gone back into the Crispina thraldom after having tasted
the delights of liberty would have been a tragedy, and there were even
wider considerations to be taken into account. Since his bereavement he
had unconsciously taken up a far bolder and more initiatory line in
public affairs, and his popularity and influence had increased
correspondingly. From being merely a strong man in the political world
he began to be spoken of as _the_ strong man. All this he knew would be
jeopardised if he once more dropped into the social position of the
husband of Mrs. Umberleigh. He was a rich man, and the 2000 pounds a
year, though not exactly a fleabite, did not seem an extravagant price to
pay for the boarding-out of Crispina. Of course, he had severe qualms of
conscience about the arrangement.
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