The squire paid for the very best wine, and in private drank a cheap claret.

But his guests, many of them elderly gentlemen, when once they had dined with him never forgot to come again.

His bins became known throughout the county; very influential people indeed spoke of them with affection.

It was in this way that the squire got a high value out of his by no means extensive rents.
He also looked after the estate personally.

Hodge, eating his luncheon under the hedge in October, as he slowly munched his crust, watched the squire strolling about the fields, with his gun under his arm, and wondered why he did not try the turnips.