London or Plymouth, my lord? You'll excuse me, my lord; I be terrible bad, and I be afraid you'll catch the infection—pleased to have seen you—good-bye"; and he ducked his head under the bedclothes.
"I knawed he'd come," said Froude to Russell after the visit; "but I reckon he'll never come again: the air of Knowstone be too keen for he."
One day his lordship ran against Froude in Fore Street of Exeter. The vicar had with him a greyhound, commonly known in Devonshire as a "long dog." It was on this occasion that the Bishop tackled him for keeping a pack of harriers, as already related. After that said Henry of Exeter, "And pray, Mr. Froude, what manner of dog do you call that?"
"Oh, that's what volks do call a long dog, my lord, and ef yeu will just shak yeur appern to un, he'll go like a dart."
The Weekly Times of Exeter kept an eye on Froude's doings and misdoings, and published them under the heading of "Knowstone Again." But Froude was too sly to enable the Bishop to find an occasion to proceed against him; the people of Knowstone were too much afraid of his vengeance to dare to give evidence.
Froude married a Miss Halse, the pretty sister of two well-known yeomen of Anstey. She was quite young enough to have been his daughter, and they had no children perhaps fortunately. The circumstances of the marriage are said to have been these. Froude had paid Miss Halse some of his insolent attentions, that meant, if they meant anything, a certain contemptuous admiration. The brothers were angry. They invited him to their house, made him drunk, and when drunk sign a paper promising to marry their sister before three months were up or to forfeit £20,000. They took care to have this document well attested, and next
