You have got them by legal trickery.

Keep them while you live.
_They will come to me one day, you know._ Meantime, leave me my little estate of 'Splatchett's.' For shame, sir; you have robbed me of my inheritance and my sweetheart; do you grudge me a few cock pheasants?
Why, you have made me so poor they are an object to me now." "Oh!" said Sir Charles, "if you are stealing my game to keep body and soul together, I pity you.

In that case, perhaps you will let my friends help you fill your larder." Richard Bassett hesitated a moment; but Wheeler, who had drawn near at the sound of the raised voices, made him a signal to assent.
"By all means," said he, adroitly.

"Mr.Markham, your father often shot with mine over the Bassett estates.

You are welcome to poor little 'Splatchett's.' Keep your men off, Sir Charles; they are noisy bunglers, and do more harm than good.