bullocks to pasture, cows to be milked, sheep to the common, and wired rabbits. This was the proper man to send after Taverner Langford.
'You may ride my pony,' said the cattle-jobber, 'and so be quicker on your way.'
'And,' said the guardian of the poor, 'you shall dine on the leavings and drink the heel-taps for your trouble.'
As he went on his way, Grout turned over in his mind how he was to induce Taverner Langford to come to the dinner. Grout was unable to comprehend how any man needed persuasion to draw him to goose, beef, and plum-pudding.
On his way he passed Hillary Nanspian, in his badger-skin waistcoat with red lappets, riding his strawberry mare. He was on his way to the 'Ring of Bells.'
'Whither away, Grout?' shouted Hillary.
'Out to Broadbury, after Farmer Burneby's sheep that have broken.'
Then he rode on.
When he reached the gate of Langford, he descended. At once the black Newfoundland house-dog became furious, and flew at him, and with true instinct snapped at the calf of flesh, not the leg of wood. Tom Grout yelled and swore, and made the best of his way to the door, where Taverner and Mrs. Yeale appeared to call off the dog.
'It is a shame to keep dogs like that, vicious brutes ready to tear a Christian to tatters.'
'I didn't suppose you was a Christian, hearing your heathenish oaths,' said Mrs. Veale; 'and as to the tatters, they were there before the dog touched you.'
'The parson has sent me,' said Grout, 'and he would not send me if I were not a Christian. As for my tatters, if you will give me an old coat, I'll leave them behind. Please, Mr. Langford, the feoffees and guests are at the "Ring of Bells," and cannot begin without you. The beef is getting cold, and the goose is becoming burnt.'
'Let them fall to. The dinner is sure to be good.'
