And as you are aware, Mr.Mannering'-- he pointed to the map--'this is a right-of-way, and you can't turn me out.' 'All the same, sir, you are on my property,' said the Squire hotly, 'and a right-of-way only means a right of passing through.

I should be much obliged if you would hurry yourself a little.' The other laughed.

He was a slim fellow, apparently about thirty, in a fresh, well-cut, serge suit.

A book was sticking out of one pocket; he returned the map to the other.

He had the sallow look of one who has spent years in hot workshops, and a slight curvature of the spine; but his eyes were singularly, audaciously bright, and all his movements alert and decided.
'It's not often one sees such a typical bit of feudalism as this,' he said, without the smallest embarrassment, pointing to the old men, the gates, the hurdles, which Gregson was now placing in position, and finally the Squire himself.