"There they go!" said he as the carriages filed away before us. "There'll be brave doings on yonder to-day, as what come to-morra.—Know anything of that family, sir? or you're a stranger in these parts?"
"I know them by report."
"Humph!—There's the best of 'em gone anyhow. And I suppose the old misses is agoing to leave after this stir's gotten overed, and take herself off, somewhere, to live on her bit of a jointure; and the young 'un—at least the new 'un (she's none so very young) is coming down to live at the Grove."
"Is Mr. Hargrave married, then?"
"Ay sir, a few months since. He should a been wed afore, to a widow lady, but they could'nt agree over the money: she'd a rare long purse, and Mr. Hargrave wanted it all to his-self; but she would'nt let it go, and so then they fell out. This one isn't quite as rich—nor as handsome either, but she has'nt been married before. She's very plain they say, and getting
