So there was another greeting; and some more questions ensued, and answers, and then said Cleve—
"So Malory's let, I hear."
"Yes," said the attorney, with a slight shrug.
"You don't like the bargain, I see," said Cleve.
"It's a mismanaged place, you know. Lady Verney won't spend a shilling on it, and we must only take what we can get. We haven't had a tenant for five years till now."
"And who has taken it?"
"The Reverend Isaac Dixie."
"The devil he has. Why old Dixie's not mad, is he?"
"No, he's no fool. More like the other thing—rather. Drove a hard bargain—but I wouldn't take it myself at the money."
"Doesn't he live there?"