Now the present stables and the
present kennels had been "made comfortable" by Lord Rufford, and it
was not thought probable that he would pay for the move to Bragton.
"When's the funeral to be, Mr. Masters?" asked Runciman,--who knew
very well the day fixed, but who thought it well to get back to the
subject of real interest in the town.
"Next Thursday, I'm told."
"There's no hurry with weather like this," said Nupper
professionally.
"They can't open the will till the late squire is buried,"
continued the innkeeper, "and there will be one or two very anxious
to know what is in it"
"I suppose it will all go to the man who lives up here at Hoppet
Hall," said the Captain,--"a man that was never outside a horse in
his life!"
"He's not a bad fellow," said Runciman.
"He is a very good fellow," said the Attorney, "and I trust he may
have the property. If it be left away from him, I for one shall
think that a great injustice has been done." This was listened to
with attention, as every one there thought that Mr. Masters must
know.
"I can't understand," said Glomax, "how any man can be considered a
good fellow as a country gentleman who does not care for sport.
Just look at it all round. Suppose others were like him what would
become of us all?"
"Yes indeed, what would become of us?" asked the two Botseys in a
breath.
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