Then he too rose to leave.
"Must you go ?" said Grace.

"It is such a pleasure to see some one from the outside." The doctor smiled and lingered.
"I suppose, Squire, you'll get Joe Boynton, the carpenter, to put on the roof?
He's one of my flock." "Yes," said Penhallow, "but he will want to put his old workman, Peter Lamb, on the job, and I have no desire to help that man any further.

He gives his mother nothing, and every cent he makes goes for drink." McGregor nodded approval, but wondered why at last the Squire's unfailing good-nature had struck for higher wages of virtue in the man he had ruined by kindness.
"I try to keep work in Westways," said Penhallow.

"Joe Shall roof the chapel, and like as not Peter will be too drunk to help.

I can't quite make it a condition with Joe that he shall not employ Peter, but I should like to." McGregor's face grew smiling at Penhallow's conclusion when he added, "I hope he may get work elsewhere." Then the Squire went downstairs with the doctor, exchanging brevities of talk.
"Are you aware, Penhallow, that this wicked business about Josiah has beaten Buchanan in Westways?
Come to apply the Fugitive-Slave Act and people won't stand it.