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Uncle Jap addressed the clerk in a loud, clear voice. "Mr. Leveson," he said, "has just concluded a leetle deal with me. He's bought Sunny Bushes an' the lake of ile for two hundred and fifteen thousand and one hundred dollars. Here is his note. Put it in the safe for me till to-morrer." The chatter in the big room had ceased long before Uncle Jap had finished.
Leveson uttered a kind of inarticulate sound something between a gasp and a grunt. Then he fell back on his old snigger. "He-he, he-he-he!" he bleated "You must be crazy, Walden! or else you've been drinking! I've a perfect right to speak of the Abbot's Manor woman IF I like and as I like! All men have a right to do the same she's been pretty well handed round as common property for a long time!
"'This is to certify that I, Nathaniel Leveson, the undersigned, have been fooling with the wrong end of a mule, viz., Jasper Panel, who's as self-opinionated a critter as ever marched with Sherman to the Sea What air you doing?" Leveson had laid down his pen. "This is farce," he said sharply. "We'll hev your criticism after the play is over," retorted Uncle Jap decisively. "I'm talkin' now.
Leveson had a singular fellow-feeling for insects, he studied their habits, and collected specimens of various kinds in bottles, or 'pinned' them on cardboard trays, he was an interested observer of the sprightly manners practised by the harvest-bug, and the sagacious customs of the ruminating spider, as well as the many surprising and agreeable talents developed by the common flea.
The Reverend Putwood Leveson occasionally careered through the village on his bicycle, accompanied by Oliver Leach who bestrode a similar machine, and both individuals made a point of grinning broadly as they passed the church and rectory of St. Rest, jerking their fingers and thumbs at both buildings with expressively suggestive contempt.
I saw several men in the hall, but not Uncle Jap. "Does Mr. Leveson dine about half-past six?" I asked. The clerk raised his brows. "That's queer," he said. "You're the second man to ask that question within an hour. Old man Panel asked the same thing." "And what did you tell him?" "Mr. Leveson don't dine till seven. He goes to the church first."
Care will be taken to have troops enough at Derry. Lord F. Leveson likewise asks whether he shall proclaim martial law! Peel very properly asks him what martial law is. It seems to me that Lord Francis is unequal to his situation. I wish we had Hardinge there. He would never go wrong.
The state of Canada is such that I am convinced we ought in prudence to place the revenue collected under the 14th Geo. II. at the disposal of the Chambers, retaining, as they are willing to retain, a fixed salary for the Government judges, independent of the annual vote. Sunday, August 2. Cabinet at 4. Irish question. Lord F. Leveson seems to be much alarmed.
"Content," murmured, half rising, an elegant young man, with a face like a page, who little thought that he was to be ancestor to the Marquises of Hertford. "My Lord John Leveson, Baron Gower," continued the Clerk. This Baron, from whom were to spring the Dukes of Sutherland, rose, and, as he reseated himself, said "Content." The Clerk went on. "My Lord Heneage Finch, Baron Guernsey."
I see him now, looking rather crazy, taking his solitary walks." That Freddy Leveson was "thoroughly idle" was his own confession; and perhaps, when we consider all the circumstances, it is not surprising.
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