He was not surprised--nothing surprised him in these days--he was only curious.
"For the rooms you occupy.

I can get enough for them, sir, not only to clear up the back interest, but to keep the mortgage alive and--" St.George's face paled as the full meaning of Pawson's proposal dawned in his mind.

That was the last thing he had expected.
"Turn me into the street, eh ?" There was a note of pained surprise in his voice.
"I don't want you to put it that way, sir." His heart really bled for him--it was all he could do to control himself.
"How the devil else can I put it ?" "Well, I thought you might want to do a little shooting, sir." "Shooting! What with?
One of Gadgem's guns?
Hire it of him, eh, and steal the powder and shot!" he cried savagely.
"Yes--if you saw fit, sir.

Gadgem, I am sure, would be most willing, and you can always get plenty of ammunition.

Anyway, you might pass a few months with your kinsfolk on the Eastern Shore, whether you hunted or not; it did you so much good before.