gson, who was,
it seemed, on the point of accepting work as a stock-keeper from
another of the Squire's farmers--a brother culprit, only less
'hustled' than himself by the formidable County Committee, which was
rapidly putting the fear of God into every bad husbandman throughout
Brookshire. Then the Squire hurried off homewards.

His chief thought now was--what would that most opinionated young
woman at home say to him? He was at once burning to have it out with
her, and--though he would have scorned to confess it--nervous as to
how he might get through the encounter.

* * * * *

Fate, however, ordained that his thoughts about the person who had
now grown so important to his household should be affected, before
he saw her again, from a new quarter. The Rector, Mr. Pennington,
quite unaware of the doughty deeds that had been done at the
Chetworth gate, and coming from his own house which stood within the
park enclosure, ran into the Squire at a cross-road.

The Squire looked at him askance, and kept his own counsel. The
Rector was a man of peace, and had once or twice tried to dissuade
the Squire from his proposed acts of war. The Squire, therefore, did
not mean to discuss them with him. But, in general, he and the
Rector were good friends. The Rector was a bit of a man of the
world, and never attempted to put a quart into a pint-pot. He took
the Squire as he found him, and would have missed the hospitalities
of the Hall--or rather the conversation they implied--if he had been
obliged to forgo them. The Squire on his side had observed with
approval that the Rector was a fair scholar, and a bad beggar. He
could take up quotations from Horace, and he was content with such
parish subscriptions as the Squire had given for twenty years, and
was firmly minded not to increase.

But here also the arrival of Elizabeth had stirred the waters. For
the Rector was actually on his way to try and get a new subscription
out of the Squire; and it was Elizabeth's doing.

'You remember that child of old Leonard the blacksmith?' said the
Rector eagerly; 'a shocking case of bow-legs, one of the worst I
ever saw. But Miss Bremerton's taken endless trouble. And now we've
got an admission for him to the Orthopaedic hospital. But there's a
few pounds to be raised for his maintenance--it will be a question
of months. I was just coming over to see if you would give me a
little,' he wound up, in a tone of apol