nothing, then. How nicely, now, you and I might get a living off this ere manor, if the landlords was served like the French ones was. Eh, Paul?' chuckled old Harry. 'Wouldn't we pay our taxes with pheasants and grayling, that's all, eh? An't old Harry right now, eh?'
The old fox was fishing for an assent, not for its own sake, for he was a fierce Tory, and would have stood up to be shot any day, not only for his master's sake, but for the sake of a single pheasant of his master's; but he hated Tregarva for many reasons, and was daily on the watch to entrap him on some of his peculiar points, whereof he had, as we shall find, a good many.
What would have been Tregarva's answer, I cannot tell; but Lancelot, who had unintentionally overheard the greater part of the conversation, disliked being any longer a listener, and came close to them.
'Here's your gudgeons and minnows, sir, as you bespoke,' quoth Harry; 'and here's that paternoster as you gave me to rig up. Beautiful minnows, sir; white as a silver spoon.—They're the ones now, an't they, sir, eh?'
'They'll do!'
'Well, then, don't say old Harry don't know nothing, that's all, eh?' and the old fellow toddled off, peering and twisting his head about like a starling.
'An odd old fellow that, Tregarva,' said Lancelot.
'Very, sir, considering who made him,' answered
