'I have got the man in my office, he said, 'and before the audit-day comes, I'll place him with the greatest pleasure at your friend's disposal." At this last announcement, Midwinter's distrust found its expression in words. He questioned Allan unsparingly. The man's name, it appeared was Bashwood. Pedgift's service.
'Barren stuff! growled the skipper; 'breeding nothing worth setting one's teeth into! 'There are seven farms besides, put in Mrs. Morton. 'My brother is going to have an audit-day next week. 'You should have seen the Earl's audits, said Mr. Rollstone. 'Five-and-twenty substantial tenant-farmers, besides artisans, and all the family plate on the sideboard!