Forest will look after you.' And ringing the bell vehemently as he passed the fireplace, the Squire walked rapidly to the door and threw it open.
Chicksands passed through it, speechless with indignation and, if the truth were told, bewilderment.
* * * * * The Squire shut the door upon his adversary, and then, with his hands on his sides, exploded in a fit of laughter.
'I always knew I must be rude to the old boy some time,' he said, with the glee of a mischievous child.

'But, ye gods, how his feathers drooped! He looked like a plucked cockatoo as he went out.' He stood thinking a moment, and then with a look of sudden determination he went to his writing-table and sat down to it.
Drawing a writing-pad towards him, he wrote as follows: 'MY DEAR AUBREY--Your future father-in-law has just been insulting and harrying me in ways which no civilized State had ever heard of before the war.

He is the Chairman of a ridiculous body that calls itself the County War Agricultural Committee, that lays absurd eggs in the shape of sub-Committees to vex landlords.

They have been going about among my farmers and want me to turn out three of them.

I decline, so I suppose they'll do it for me.