'Do you suppose, if I had, I'd have left Laverick Wells without paying Miss Bustlebey, or given a bill at three months for the house-rent ?' 'Well, but, my dear, you've nothing to do but tell Mr.Screwemtight to get you some money from the tenants.' 'Money from the tenants!' replied Mr.Jawleyford.

'Screwemtight tells me he can't get another farthing from any man on the estate.' 'Oh, pooh!' said Mrs.Jawleyford; 'you're far too good to them.

I always say Screwemtight looks far more to their interest than he does to yours.' [Illustration] Jawleyford, we may observe, was one of the rather numerous race of paper-booted, pen-and-ink landowners.

He always dressed in the country as he would in St.James's Street, and his communications with his tenantry were chiefly confined to dining with them twice a year in the great entrance-hall, after Mr.Screwemtight had eased them of their cash in the steward's room.

Then Mr.Jawleyford would shine forth the very impersonification of what a landlord ought to be.