CHAPTER VI.
MALBROUCK S'EN VA.
"There is mischief of some sort brewing," said Mr.Smellie, the Riding Officer.
"You think so ?" queried Mr.Pennefather, trimming a quill.
"I'd stake my last shilling on it," said Mr.Smellie, slapping his right boot with his riding-whip.

"You, a family man, now--" "Eleven." "Quite so.

Then you must know how it is with children; when they look at you as though there was no such thing as original sin, it's time to keep your eye lifting.

Ten to one they're getting round you with some new devilry.

Well, that's the way with your Cornish." Mr.Smellie came from Glasgow--he and his colleague, Mr.Lomax, the Riding Officer of the Mevagissey district which lay next to ours.
The Government, it was understood, had chosen and sent them down to us on the strength of their sense of humour--so different from any to be found in the Duchy.
It certainly was different.