He opened his own gate. There on the house doorstep stood Hannah, whiter and grimmer than ever.
'Reuben Grieve,' she said quickly, 'your nevvy's run away. An if yo doan't coom and keep your good-for-nothin niece in her place, and make udder foak keep a civil tongue i' their head to your wife, I'll leave your house this neet, as sure as I wor born a Martin!'
Reuben stumbled into the house. There was a wild rush downstairs, and Louie fell upon him, David's blow showing ghastly plain in her white quivering face.
'Whar's Davy?' she said. 'Yo've got him!--he's hid soomwhere--yo know whar he is! I'll not stay here if yo conno find him! It wor _her_ fault'--and she threw out a shaking hand towards her aunt--'she druv him out last neet--an Dawsons took him in--an iverybody's cryin shame on her! And if yo doan't mak her find him--she knows where he is--I'll not stay in this hole!--I'll kill her!--I'll burn th' house!--I'll--'
The child stopped--panting, choked--beside herself.
Hannah made a threatening step, but at her gesture Reuben sprang up, and seizing her by both wrists he looked at her from a height, as a judge looks. Never had those dull eyes met her so before.
'Woman!' he cried fiercely. 'Woman! what ha yo doon wi Sandy's son?'
A tall youth carrying a parcel of books under his arm was hurrying along Market Place, Manchester. Beside him were covered flower stalls bordering the pavement, in front of him the domed mass of the Manchester Exchange, and on all sides he had to push his way through a crowd of talking, chaffering, hurrying humanity. Presently he stopped at the door of a restaurant bearing the idyllic and altogether remarkable name--there it was in gilt letters over the door--of the 'Fruit and Flowers Parlour.' On the side post of the door a bill of fare was posted, which the young man looked up and down with careful eyes. It contained a strange medley of items in all tongues--
'Marrow pie _Haricots à la Lune de Miel_ _Vol-au-Vent à la bonne Santo:_ Tomato fritters Cheese 'Ticements _Salad saladorum_'
And at the bottom of the _menu_ was printed in bold red characters,
'No meat, no disease. _Ergo_, no meat, no sin. Fellow-citizens, leave your carnal foods, and try a more excellent way. I. E. Push the door and walk in. The Fruit and Flowers Parlour invites everybody and overcharges nobody.'