He had begun his rounds, therefore, from the early morning; and just as the afternoon bell was sounding its final peal, he emerged upon the village green from a hedgerow, behind which he had been at watch to observe who had the most suspiciously gathered round the Stocks. At that moment the place was deserted. At a distance, the superintendent saw the fast disappearing forms of some belated groups hastening toward the church; in front, the Stocks stood staring at him mournfully from its four great eyes, which had been cleansed from the mud, but still looked bleared and stained with the marks of the recent outrage. Here Mr. Stirn paused, took off his hat, and wiped his brows. "If I had sum un, to watch here," thought he, "while I takes a turn by the water-side, praps summat might come out; praps them as did it ben't gone to church, but will come sneaking round to look on their willany! as they says murderers are always led back to the place where they ha' left the body. But in this here willage there ben't a man, woman, nor child, as has any consarn for Squire or Parish, barring myself." It was just as he arrived at that misanthropical conclusion that Mr. Stirn beheld Leonard Fairfield walking very fast from his own home. The superintendent clapped on his hat, and stuck his right arm akimbo. "Hollo, you sir," said he, as Lenny now came in hearing, "where be you going at that rate?" "Please, sir, I be going to church." "Stop, sir--stop, Master Lenny. Going to church!--why, the bell's done; and you knows the Parson is very angry at them as comes in late, disturbing the congregation. You can't go to church now!" "Please, sir--" "I says you can't go to church now. You must learn to think a little of others, lad. You sees how I sweats to serve the Squire! and you must serve him too. Why, your mother's got the house and premishes almost rent free: you ought to have a grateful heart, Leonard Fairfield, and feel for his honor! Poor man! _his_ heart is wellnigh bruk, I am sure, with the goings on." Leonard opened his innocent blue eyes, while Mr. Stirn dolorously wiped his own. "Look at that ere dumb cretur," said Stirn suddenly, pointing to the Stocks--"look at it. If it could speak, what would it say, Leonard Fairfield? Answer me that!--'Damn the Stocks, indeed!'" "It was very bad in them to write such naughty words," said Lenny gravely. "Mother was quite shocked when she heard of it, this morning." MR. STIRN.--"I dare say she was, considering what she pays for the premishes: (insinuatingly), you does not know who did it--eh, Lenny?" LENNY.--"No, sir; indeed I does not!" MR. STIRN.--"Well, you see, you can't go to church--prayers half over by this time. You recollex that I put them Stocks under your 'sponsibility,' and see the way you's done your duty by 'em. I've half a mind to--" Mr. Stirn cast his eyes on the eyes of the Stocks. "Please, sir," began Lenny again, rather frightened.