England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
But luckily we could safely say that Mrs. Medlicott did not want us; and
as we had whispered to each other, as we sat alone in the coach, that
surely my lady must have gone to Job Gregson’s, we were far too anxious
to know the end of it all to say that we were tired. So we all set off
to Hathaway. Mr. Harry Lathom was a bachelor squire, thirty or
thirty-five years of age, more at home in the field than in the
drawing-room, and with sporting men than with ladies.
My lady did not alight, of course; it was Mr. Lathom’s place to wait
upon her, and she bade the butler,--who had a smack of the gamekeeper in
him, very unlike our own powdered venerable fine gentleman at
Hanbury,--tell his master, with her compliments, that she wished to
speak to him. You may think how pleased we were to find that we should
hear all that was said; though, I think, afterwards we were half sorry
when we saw how our presence confused the squire, who would have found
it bad enough to answer my lady’s questions, even without two eager
girls for audience.
“Pray, Mr. Lathom,” began my lady, something abruptly for her,--but she
was very full of her subject,--“what is this I hear about Job Gregson?”
Mr. Lathom looked annoyed and vexed, but dared not show it in his words.
“I gave out a warrant against him, my lady, for theft, that is all. You
are doubtless aware of his character; a man who sets nets and springes
in long cover, and fishes wherever he takes a fancy. It is but a short
step from poaching to thieving.”
“That is quite true,” replied Lady Ludlow (who had a horror of poaching
for this very reason): “but I imagine you do not send a man to gaol on
account of his bad character.”
“Rogues and vagabonds,” said Mr. Lathom. “A man may be sent to prison
for being a vagabond; for no specific act, but for his general mode of
life.”
He had the better of her ladyship for one moment; but then she answered,
“But in this case, the charge on which you committed him was theft; now
his wife tells me he can prove he was some miles distant from Holmwood,
where the robbery took place, all that afternoon; she says you had the
evidence before you.”
Mr. Lathom here interrupted my lady, by saying, in a somewhat sulky
manner,--
“No such evidence was brought before me when I gave the warrant. I am
not answerable for the other magistrates’ decision, when they had more
evidence before them. It was they who committed him to gaol. I am not
responsible for that.”
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