He is always lecturing me on encroachments, and the abuse of privileges, and warning me to be very strict about trespassers on the path through Mary's Meadow; and now that the field is mine, nothing will induce him to walk in it without asking my leave.

That is his protest against the decision from which he meant to appeal.
Though I have not accepted Saxon, he spends most of his time with us.
He likes to come for the night, because he sleeps on the floor of my room, instead of in a kennel, which must be horrid, I am sure.
Yesterday, the Old Squire said, "One of these fine days, when Master Saxon does not come home till morning, he'll find a big mastiff in his kennel, and will have to seek a home for himself where he can." Chris has been rather whimsical lately.

Father says Lady Catherine spoils him.

One day he came to me, looking very peevish, and said, "Mary, if a hedgehog should come and live in one of your hedges, Michael says he would be yours, he's sure.

If Michael finds him, will you give him to me ?" "Yes, Chris; but what do you want with a hedgehog ?" "I want him to sleep by my bed," said Chris.