And I have told Lees, the bailiff, to come with us too." Mr.Mangan nodded his approval.
"Upon my word," he confessed, "it will be a joy to me to go and see some of these fellows without having to put 'em off about repairs and that sort of thing.

Johnson has had the worst of it, poor chap, but there are one or two of them took it into their heads to come up to London and worry me at the office." "I intend that there shall be no more dissatisfaction amongst my tenants." Mr.Mangan set off for another prowl towards the sideboard.
"Satisfied tenants you never will get in Norfolk," he declared.

"I must admit, though, that some of them have had cause to grumble lately.
There's a fellow round by Wells who farms nearly eight hundred acres--" He broke off in his speech.

There was a knock at the door, not an ordinary knock at all, but a measured, deliberate tapping, three times repeated.
"Come in," Dominey called out.
Mrs.Unthank entered, severer, more unattractive than ever in the hard morning light.

She came to the end of the table, facing the place where Dominey was seated.
"Good morning, Mrs.Unthank," he said.
She ignored the greeting.
"I am the bearer of a message," she announced.
"Pray deliver it," Dominey replied.
"Her ladyship would be glad for you to visit her in her apartment at once." Dominey leaned back in his chair.