“Serve him with a writ.”
“He will be preciously put about.”
“He will. Seem sorry; say you are a little short, but won't trouble him for a month, if it is inconvenient; but he must make you safe by signing a judgment.”
“Ay! ay! Sir, may I make bold to ask what is the game with this young Fielding?”
“You ought to know the game—to get him in my power.”
“And a very good game it is, sir! Nobody plays it better than you. He won't be the only one that is in your power in these parts—he! he!” And Crawley chuckled without merriment. “Excuse my curiosity, sir, but when about is the blow to fall?”
“What is that to you?”
“Nothing, sir, only the sooner the better. I have a grudge against the family.”
“Have you? then don't act upon it. I don't employ you to do your business, but mine.
“Certainly, Mr. Meadows. You don't think I'd be so ungrateful as to spoil your admirable plans by acting upon any little feeling of my own.”