and a handful of corn in the other hand, with which he occasionally nourished his ample frame in his toilsome march over the stubble, has reached the trespasser.
"What! is it you, Mr. Grey? who thought of seeing you here?"
"Oh! Mr. Groves, I wasn't aware I was trespassing on your corn."
"Oh! no matter, no matter; friends are always welcome, that's my maxim. But if you could keep a leettle nearer to the hedge."
"Oh! I'll come out immediately. Which way are you going.? I've been thinking of calling on you."
"Well now, do. Sir; ride home with me and take a bit of something to eat. My mistress will be remarkable glad to see you. There's some nice cold pickled pork—we've an excellent cheese in cut; and as fine a barrel of ale in broach as you ever tasted."
"Why, Groves! really I can't turn back to-
