Young Brigant thought it natural enough that his host, as the lawyer of that family, and their trusted adviser for five-and-twenty years, should like to talk over things of an elder date, which now could be little more than trifles of genealogical history.

He got some fine fishing and good dinners, and found himself pleased with the river and the town, and his very kind host and hostess; and it came into his head that if Miss Emily grew up as pretty and lively as she promised to be, he might do worse than marry her, and open a connection with such a fishing station.

At any rate he left her as a "chose in action," which might be reduced into possession some fine day.
Such was the state of affairs when Jordas, after a long and muddy ride, sent word that he would like to see the master, for a minute or two, if convenient.

The days were grown short, and the candles lit, and Mr.
Jellicorse was fast asleep, having had a good deal to get through that day, including an excellent supper.

The lawyer's wife said: "Let him call in the morning.