He looked angrily at the clergyman, now distracted by the charms of Lady Brandon, whose scorn, as she surveyed the crowd, expressed itself by a pout which became her pretty lips extremely.
Then a middle-aged laborer stepped from the road into the field, hat in hand, ducked respectfully, and said: "Look 'e here, Sir Charles.

Don't 'e mind them fellers.

There ain't a man belonging to this neighborhood among 'em; not one in your employ or on your land.

Our dooty to you and your ladyship, and we will trust to you to do what is fair by us.

We want no interlopers from Lunnon to get us into trouble with your honor, and--" "You unmitigated cur," exclaimed Trefusis fiercely, "what right have you to give away to his unborn children the liberty of your own ?" "They're not unborn," said Lady Brandon indignantly.