"
"It's a varry Frenchified name. I should think he'd be glad to get
rid o' it. Where is he now? At Hallam?"
"He is in t' Holy Land somewhere."
"Is he a parson?"
"No, he's a planter; and a bit o' a lawyer, too."
"Whativer does he want in t' Holy Land, then?"
"He's wi' a Bishop."
"Ay? Then he's pious?"
"For sure; he's a Methodist."
"That's not bad. Squire Gregory was a Methodist. He saved more 'an
a bit o' money, and he bought all o' t' low meadows, and built main
part o' t' stables, and laid out best half o' t' gardens. There nivver
was a better or thriftier holder o' Hallam. Ay, ay, there's a kind
o' fellowship between Methodism and money. This Mr. Fontaine will do
uncommon well for Hallam, squire, I should think."
"If I got Antony to come to thee, Whaley, could ta do owt wi' him,
thinks ta?"
"I wouldn't try it, squire. It would be breath thrown away. Soon or
later thy son Antony will take his own way, no matter where it leads
him. Thou hes t' reins i' thy hand now, tak' my advice, and settle
this thing while thou hes. It's a deep wound, but it's a clean wound
yet; cut off t' limb afore it begins to fester and poison t' whole
body. And don't thee quarrel wi' him. He's a man now, and there hes
to be a' mak's o' men to do t' world's work. Let Antony be; he'll mebbe
be a credit to thee yet.
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