"But I don't think we shall do any good by going into a parochial quarrel."
"It was the very best bit of land for the purpose in all Bullhampton," said the Marquis. "I made particular inquiry, and there can be no doubt of that. Though I particularly dislike that Mr. Fenwick, it was not done to injure him."
"It does injure him damnably, my lord."
"That's only an accident."
"And I'm not at all sure that we shan't find that we have made a mistake."
"How a mistake?"
"That we have given away land that doesn't belong to us."
"Who says it doesn't belong to us?" said the Marquis, angrily. A suggestion so hostile, so unjust, so cruel as this, almost overcame the feeling of veneration which he entertained for his son. "That is really nonsense, Saint George."
"Have you looked at the title deeds?"
"The title deeds are of course with Mr. Boothby. But Packer knows every foot of the ground,—even if I didn't know it myself."