I think your grandfather would rather the key rusted away." "Does the squire know any thing about them ?" "Not he." "If he asks, will you tell him ?" "Not yet.

I--hope never." "I wish they were in the fire." "Perhaps some day you may put them there.

You will have the right when I am gone." Then Steve silently kissed her, and went into the garden; and Ducie watched him through the window, and whispered to herself, "It is a bit hard, but it might be harder; and right always gets the over-hand at the long end." The first interview between the squire and Stephen after Barf Latrigg's funeral was not a pleasanter one than this misunderstanding promised.
Sandal was walking on Sandal Scree-top one morning, and met Steve.
"Good-morning, Mr.Latrigg," he said; "you are a statesman now, and we must give you your due respect." He did not say it unkindly; but Steve somehow felt the difference between Mr.Latrigg and Squire Sandal as he had never felt it when the greeting had only been, "Good-morning, Steve.

How do all at home do ?" Still, he was anxious to keep Sandal's good-will, and he hastened to ask his opinion upon several matters relating to the estate which had just come into his hands.

Ordinarily this concession would have been a piece of subtle flattery quite irresistible to the elder man, but just at that time it was the most imprudent thing Steve could have done.
"I had an offer this morning from Squire Methley.