On each of these events similar rural fetes had been given, and the squire himself had on these occasions been frequent among his guests.

On the first, he had been carried round by his father, a whole train of ladies and nurses following.

On the second, he had himself mixed in all the sports, the gayest of the gay, and each tenant had squeezed his way up to the lawn to get a sight of the Lady Arabella, who, as was already known, was to come from Courcy Castle to Greshamsbury to be their mistress.
It was little they any of them cared now for the Lady Arabella.

On the third, he himself had borne his child in his arms as his father had before borne him; he was then in the zenith of his pride, and though the tenantry whispered that he was somewhat less familiar with them than of yore, that he had put on somewhat too much of the de Courcy airs, still he was their squire, their master, the rich man in whose hand they lay.

The old squire was then gone, and they were proud of the young member and his lady bride in spite of a little hauteur.