"Indeed?"
"Yes, sir. It's many's the ugly thing I've had to do for your father, and if a kind word of mine hadn't gone with it, it's precious little of the estate would be fit to look at to-day, Mr. Kingsnorth."
"And why not?"
"Do ye remember when Kilkee's Scotch steward evicted two hundred in one day, sir?"
"I do not."
"Rade about it. It's very enlightenin'."
"What happened?"
"The poor wretched, evicted people burnt down every dwellin' and tree on the place, sir."
"I would know how to handle such ruffians."
"That's what Kilkee thought. 'Tache them a lesson,' said he. 'Turn them into the ditches!' And he DID. HE thought he KNEW how to handle them. He woke up with a jump one mornin' when he found a letter from the under-steward tellin' him his Scotch master was in the hospital with a bullet in his spleen, and the beautiful house and grounds were just so much blackened ashes."