Another farmer enters--a rather rougher-looking man--and, without saying a word, turns to the advertisement boards on which the posters of farms to be let, &c., are displayed.

These he examines with the greatest care, pointing with his forefinger as he slowly reads, and muttering to himself.
Presently he moves to go.

'Anything to suit you, sir ?' asks the senior clerk.

'Aw, no; I knows they be too much money,' he replies, and walks out.
A gentleman next enters, and immediately the juniors sink out of sight, and scribble away with eager application; the senior puts down his pen and comes out from his desk.

It is a squire and magistrate.