"Come back again! why, what's the matter, dame?"
"Oh! your honour, we're in sad distress; there's been a seizure this morning, and I'm mortal fear'd the good man's beside himself!"
"Good Heavens! why didn't you come to the castle? The Marquess surely never gave orders for the infliction of this misery."
"Oh! your honour, we a'n't his Lordship's tenants no longer; there's been a change for Purley Mead, and now we're Lord Mounteney's people. John Conyers has been behind-hand ever sin he had the fever, but Mr. Sedgwick always gave time: but Lord Mounteney's gem'man says the system's bad, and so he'll put an end to it; and so all's gone, your honour; all's gone, and I'm mortal fear'd the good man's beside himself."
"And who's Lord Mounteney's man of business?"
"Mr. Stapylton Toad," sobbed the good
