"Last year he threatened to shoot the foxes in Dillsborough Wood." "No!" said Kate, quite horrified.
"I'm afraid he's a bad sort of fellow all round," said the attorney.
"I don't see why he shouldn't claim what he thinks due to him," said Mrs.Masters.
"I'm told that his lordship offered him seven-and-six an acre for the whole of the two fields," said the gentleman-farmer.
"Goarly declares," said Mrs.Masters, "that the pheasants didn't leave him four bushels of wheat to the acre." Goarly was the man who had proposed himself as a client to Mr.
Masters, and who was desirous of claiming damages to the amount of forty shillings an acre for injury done to the crops on two fields belonging to himself which lay adjacent to Dillsborough Wood, a covert belonging to Lord Rufford, about four miles from the town, in which both pheasants and foxes were preserved with great care.
"Has Goarly been to you ?" asked Twentyman.
Mr.Masters nodded his head.

"That's just it," said Mrs.Masters.

"I don't see why a man isn't to go to law if he pleases--that is, if he can afford to pay for it.

I have nothing to say against gentlemen's sport; but I do say that they should run the same chance as others.
And I say it's a shame if they're to band themselves together and make the county too hot to hold any one as doesn't like to have his things ridden over, and his crops devoured, and his fences knocked to Jericho.

I think there's a deal of selfishness in sport and a deal of tyranny." "Oh, Mrs.Masters!" exclaimed Larry.
"Well, I do.