"
"Of course, I must pay for him."
"He'll be a matter of--ten pound, my leddie."
"Very well."
"Or may be twal; just as likely." And Mr. Gowran shook his head at his
mistress in a most uncomfortable way. It was not strange that she should
hate him.
"You must give the proper price--of course."
"There ain't no proper prices for pownies--as there is for jew'ls and sich
like." If this was intended for sarcasm upon Lady Eustace in regard to her
diamonds, Mr. Gowran ought to have been dismissed on the spot. In such a
case no English jury would have given him his current wages. "And he'll be
to sell again, my leddie?"
"We shall see about that afterwards."
"Ye'll never let him eat his head off there a' the winter! He'll be to
sell. And the gentles'll ride him, may be, ance across the hillside, out
and back. As to the grouse, they can't cotch them with the pownie, for
there ain't none to cotch." There had been two keepers on the mountains--
men who were paid five or six shillings a week to look after the game in
addition to their other callings, and one of these had been sent away,
actually in obedience to Gowran's advice; so that this blow was cruel and
unmanly.
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