"Not the king's laws, but the laws of that Dutchman who has come and stuck himself on the throne.
Why, sir, you ought to take a pleasure in breaking his laws, after the way he has robbed you, and turned you from a real gentleman, into a poor, hard-pressed country squire, who--" "Hush! Hush, Master Shackle!" said the tall gentleman huskily.

"Don't rake up my misfortunes." "Not I, Sir Risdon.

I'm full o' sorrow and respect for a noble gentleman, who has suffered for the cause of the real king, who, when he comes, will set us all right." "Ah, Master Shackle, I'm losing heart." "Nay, don't do that, Sir Risdon; and as to a few mushrooms, why, you're welcome enough; and I'd often be sending a chicken or a few eggs, or a kit o' butter, or drop o' milk, all to the Hoze, only we're feared her ladyship might think it rude." "It's--it's very good of you, Master Shackle, and I shall never be able to repay you." "Tchah! Who wants repaying, Sir Risdon?
We have plenty at the farm, and it was on'y day 'fore yes'day as I was out in my little lugger, and we'd took a lot o' mackrel! `Ram,' I says to my boy Ramillies, `think Sir Risdon would mind if I sent him a few fish up to the Hoze ?' "`Ay, father,' he says, `they don't want us to send them fish.

My lady's too proud!'" Sir Risdon sighed, and the man watched him narrowly.
"It's a pity too," the latter continued, "specially as we often have so much fish we puts it on the land." "Er--if you would be good enough to send a little fish--of course very fresh, Master Shackle, and a few eggs, and a little butter to the Hoze, and let me have your bill by and by, I should be gratified." "On'y too glad, Sir Risdon, I will .-- Think any one's been telling tales ?" "Tales ?" "'Bout us, Sir Risdon." "About _us_!" "You see the revenue cutter's hanging about here a deal, and it looks bad." "Surely no one would betray you, Master Shackle ?" "Hope not, Sir Risdon; but it's okkard.

There's a three-masted lugger coming over from Ushant, and she may be in to-night.