"Well, squire, what is it?" Then the farmer seated himself on a low, movable bar which protected the entrance into an open barn, and Cousin Henry sat beside him.
"That young man Cantor insulted me grossly just now."
"He shouldn't have done that. Whatever comes of it all, he shouldn't have done that. He was always a forward young puppy."
"I do think I have been treated very badly among you."
"As to that, Mr Jones, opinion does run very high about the squire's will. I explained to you all that when I was with you yesterday."
"Something has occurred since that,—something that I was coming on purpose to tell you."
"What has occurred?" Cousin Henry groaned terribly as the moment for revelation came upon him. And he felt that he had made the moment altogether unfit for revelation by that ill-judged observation as to young Cantor. He should have rushed at his story at once. "Oh, Mr Griffith, I have found the will!" It should have been told after that fashion. He felt it now,—felt that he had allowed the opportunity to slip by him.
"What is it that has occurred, Mr Jones, since I was up at Llanfeare yesterday?"
"I don't think that I could tell you here."
"Where, then?"