Christian life -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
"It is absurd," he exclaimed, as he had done many a time before, "to
think that a beggarly old fellow with one foot in the grave should be
able to defy me openly and ruin my view, when I offer him good money
down, tenfold more than the ramshackle hovel is worth, if he’ll only
clear out to a better house and leave me in peace. When the whole of
this fine place is mine, honestly bought and paid for, why should he be
allowed to stick there in full sight of my windows, so that I can’t look
out without for ever seeing that one blot which spoils it all?"
"He says he’d rather die in his bed there than own Farncourt," replied
the boy.
"Obstinate old duffer," exclaimed his father, "but I doubt he’ll get his
desire sooner than he thinks. The way the cliff is breaking away there
is a caution, and some fine night he may find his precious roof come
tumbling down upon his head; which will be a good way out of the
difficulty for me, even if it does not benefit him overmuch! I’ll not
rest till I’m master of all the land I can see from Farncourt Tower, and
have the undisputed right to prevent upstarts from loafing about the
place."
"There are two new people come to live at Mrs. Sheppard’s house,"
remarked Julius, "a lady and a boy. I saw him on the beach yesterday,
and he seemed rather jolly. I mean to have him here to play with me
sometimes."
"Listen to me, Julius," said his father; "you get quite enough of your
own way as it is, but I do draw the line somewhere. Ask me for anything
in reason and you’ll get it, but to be allowed to bring within my doors
any chance riff-raff you may happen to pick up, that I cannot and will
not permit."
"He’s not a riff-raff," answered Julius sulkily, "he’s quite a
gentleman, even if he has rather shabby clothes, and he’s not come on
chance. John says he’s going to live here for some time."
"How often have I told you not to gossip with your groom," retorted Mr.
Field. "If the earl chooses to allow his tenants to let lodgings it’s
no business of mine, and he may turn his end of the village into slums
for all I care, but the part that belongs to me, I keep for myself and
my own people. I’ve knocked about the world all my life, and now I’ve
made my pile and settled down on my private estate, no one is to go
wandering over it without my permission. I came here for quiet and
solitude, and I mean to see that I get it, in spite of all the earls in
creation. If you find that stranger woman or her boy trespassing within
my grounds, let me know about it, and I’ll soon teach them their place."
"I don’t see why I shouldn’t play with him," rejoined Julius, petulantly
pushing back his chair from the table, and kicking his feet about. "You
won’t let me talk to John, and I don’t like the gardener’s boys; they’re
horrid rude fellows and won’t do what I want."
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