"Squire," said he, "when Dance has had his ale he must, of course, be off on his Majesty's service; but I mean to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at my house, and with your permission, I propose we should have up the cold pie and let him sup."
"As you will, Livesey," said the squire; "Hawkins has earned better than cold pie."
"And now, Livesey," said the squire in the same breath.
'I shall have the temerity to ask for more than her forgiveness,' said the Squire. 'Miss Van Tromp,' he continued, 'once I was in great distress, and knew nothing of you or your character; but I believe you will pardon a few rough words to an old man who asks forgiveness from his heart.
'I had not ventured to propose it,' replied the Squire. 'LES CONVENANCES, I believe - '
'But I cannot stomach the man with the carbuncles,' thought the Squire.
"Why, you do it like a country boor, and not like a gentle squire. Hast been ill bred and as ill taught.
"You brought it upon yourself, John Tranter," said the tall squire, who had been addressed as Roger Harcomb.
"The council will not break up until the banquet," remarked a gray-haired squire. "You have a clear two hours."
"O how little you know about compliments, sir squire," returned he of the Grove.
Sancho kept spitting from time to time, and his spittle seemed somewhat ropy and dry, observing which the compassionate squire of the Grove said, "It seems to me that with all this talk of ours our tongues are sticking to the roofs of our mouths; but I have a pretty good loosener hanging from the saddle-bow of my horse," and getting up he came back the next minute with a large bota of wine and a pasty half a yard across; and this is no exaggeration, for it was made of a house rabbit so big that Sancho, as he handled it, took it to be made of a goat, not to say a kid, and looking at it he said, "And do you carry this with you, senor?"
"I want to tell you, I must hand over that rent of Fowler's to the Squire, or else tell him I gave it you; for he's threatening to distrain for it, and it'll all be out soon, whether I tell him or not.
I might tell the Squire how his handsome son was married to that nice young woman, Molly Farren, and was very unhappy because he couldn't live with his drunken wife, and I should slip into your place as comfortable as could be.
Poyser," said the old squire, peering at her with his short-sighted eyes--a mode of looking at her which, as Mrs.
I have not seen it for years, and I hear on all hands about your fine cheese and butter," said the squire, looking politely unconscious that there could be any question on which he and Mrs.
