“The fact is,” said Sir Arthur, “I had heard you were a litigious, pig-headed fellow; but you do not seem to deserve this character.” “Hope not, sir,” said the farmer; “but about the matter of the land, I don’t want to take any advantage of your wishing for it. You are welcome to it; and I leave it to you to find me out another bit of land convenient to me that will be worth neither more nor less; or else to make up the value to me some way or other. I need say no more about it.” “I hear something,” continued Sir Arthur, after a short silence—“I hear something, Mr. Price, of a _flaw_ in your lease. I would not speak to you about it whilst we were bargaining about your land, lest I should over-awe you; but, tell me, what is this flaw?” “In truth, and the truth is the fittest thing to be spoken at all times,” said the farmer, “I didn’t know myself what a flaw, as they call it, meant, till I heard of the word from Attorney Case; and, I take it, _a flaw_ is neither more nor less than a mistake, as one should say. Now, by reason a man does not make a mistake on purpose, it seems to me to be the fair thing, that if a man finds out his mistake, he might set it right; but Attorney Case says this is not law; and I’ve no more to say. The man who drew up my lease made a mistake; and if I must suffer for it, I must,” said the farmer. “However, I can show you, Sir Arthur, just for my own satisfaction and yours, a few lines of a memorandum on a slip of paper, which was given me by your relation, the gentleman who lived here before, and let me my farm. You’ll see, by that bit of paper, what was meant; but the attorney says, the paper’s not worth a button in a court of justice, and I don’t understand these things. All I understand is the common honesty of the matter. I’ve no more to say.” “This attorney, whom you speak of so often,” said Sir Arthur, “you seem to have some quarrel with. Now, would you tell me frankly what is the matter between—?” “The matter between us, then,” said Price, “is a little bit of ground, not worth much, that is there open to the lane at the end of Mr. Case’s garden, sir, and he wanted to take it in. Now I told him my mind, that it belonged to the parish, and that I never would willingly give my consent to his cribbing it in that way. Sir, I was the more loath to see it shut into his garden, which, moreover, is large enough of all conscience without it, because you must know, Sir Arthur, the children in our village are fond of making a little play-green of it; and they have a custom of meeting on May day at a hawthorn that stands in the middle of it, and altogether I was very loath to see ’em turned out of it by those who have no right.” “Let us go and see this nook,” said Sir Arthur. “It is not far off, is it?” “Oh, no, sir, just hard by here.”