"I always thought," said the Wallower in Wealth, who, above all men, had respected George, "that when Mrs. Drake died he would have her money."
Everybody in the place had thought the same; and were now to realise that George had bitterly deceived them.
"He don't get nothing," declared Robert. "The furniture comes to Bessie, and the house goes to Miss Yard."
"What do old Kezia get?" inquired a charitable voice.
"What me and Bessie like to give her," replied Robert.
George went to sleep that night sure of his position as the most popular man in Highfield parish; for everybody knew how the odious scheme of a Dartmoor railway had been brought to nothing owing to his strenuous opposition. Nor did he suppose, upon going into the village the following morning, that his glory had departed. He was therefore unpleasantly surprised to be greeted by nodding of heads, and no longer by hands uplifted to the forehead. Highfield nodded to equals, and touched hats to superiors. George did not like the omen.
The Yellow Leaf was enjoying a large slice of bread upon which butter, cream, and jam were piled in lavish quantities; and when George inquired after Mrs. Y. Leaf, he received the answer, spoken with some asperity:
"Her be tedious this morning. Ses her be going quick, and I be to hurry after; but I tells she I b'ain't agoing to hurry."
"Would you like to buy my giant tortoise? I'll sell him for five shillings," George continued.
"What would I do wi' a tor-toys?" asked the Yellow Leaf with great deliberation.