His business done—for fortune led his way
To him whose office was such debts to pay,
The farmer-bailiff; but he saw no more }
Than a small room, with bare and oaken floor, }
A desk with books thereon—he’d seen such things before; }
“Good day!” he said, but linger’d as he spoke
“Good day,” and gazed about with serious look; 270
Then slowly moved, and then delay’d awhile,
In dumb dismay which raised a lordly smile
In those who eyed him—then again moved on,