"But pasture grass does not follow barley."
"Do you hear me? I wish this piece of ground sowed for a pasture. I am going to put up paddocks there, for the brood-mares."
"Paddocks? paddocks?" asked the old man, as if he could not believe his ears.
"Yes, paddocks," said Axel, preparing to close the window.
"Herr von Rambow," said Habermann, laying his hand on the window-seat, "this is the finest soil in the whole meadow, if you take it away, there will not be enough for grain. That was the very reason the late Herr Kammerrath rented the pastor's acre."
It was the very thing which Axel had said to himself, and he knew very well that the inspector was right; but it is very irritating for a master, to acknowledge his inferior in the right.
"I shall not rent the pastor's acre again," said the young Herr.
The old man let his hands fall to his sides.
"Not rent the Pastor's acre again?" said he, "Herr, the field has brought us--I have kept a special book for it----"
"It is all one to me! You hear me, I shall not rent it again."