“He seemed to think he would have to turn out and go, father,” I said, looking at him rather wistfully, for it appeared to me as if it would be a great pity if old Uggleston and Bigley did have to turn out, because we were such friends.
“If Mr Jonas Uggleston will behave, himself like a Christian, and pay his rent,” said my father, “he’ll go on just the same as he did under old Squire Allworth, so he has nothing to complain about whatever.”
“May I go and tell him that, father!” I said eagerly.
“No: certainly not.”
“I mean after breakfast, father.”
“So do I, my boy,” he replied. “Don’t you meddle with such matters as that. So you had a good look round the place, eh?”
“Yes, father.”
“See many rabbits?”
“Yes, father, plenty.”
“That’s right. I want to keep that place for a bit of shooting, and I’m thinking of buying a bigger boat, Sep, and I shall keep her there.”