When Mounser Green met her at the station she was beyond measure
weary. Through the whole journey she had been struggling to
restrain her sobs so that her maid should neither hear nor see
them. "Don't mind me, Mr. Green; I am only tired,--so tired," she
said as she got into the carriage which he had brought.
He had with him a long, formal-looking letter addressed to herself.
But she was too weary to open it that night. It was the letter
conveying the tidings of the legacy which Morton had made in her
favour.
CHAPTER XIV
Lord Rufford's Model Farm
At this time Senator Gotobed was paying a second visit to Rufford
Hall. In the matter of Goarly and Scrobby he had never given way an
inch. He was still strongly of opinion that a gentleman's pheasants
had no right to eat his neighbour's corn, and that if damage were
admitted, the person committing the injury should not take upon
himself to assess the damage. He also thought,--and very often
declared his thoughts,--that Goarly was justified in shooting not
only foxes but hounds also when they came upon his property, and in
moments of excitement had gone so far as to say that not even
horses should be held sacred. He had, however, lately been driven
to admit that Goarly himself was not all that a man should be, and
that Mrs. Goarly's goose was an impostor.
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