loom in his mill, for I'm going to look after t' lawyers for him. And I want thee to understand I wasn't fool enough to come up wi' my help in t' beginning of t' battle. I was waiting till Aske's bank account was overdrawn. Now, tell him he hes got the whole quarrel to fight oover again, if t' verdict don't suit us. I'm quite ready for it. I've hed my say now, and so I'll bid thee good-morning."
"Ready for it!" If Jonas Shuttleworth had said longing for it, he would only have spoken the truth. He was one of those men to whom the legal arena is a positive delight, and Burley's case appealed to his feelings on several sides. The two men spent a really happy time together, and when Jonathan left his uncle on Christmas-eve it was with a heart full of hope and gratitude. He felt ten years younger, for as iron sharpeneth iron, so he had been brightened and strengthened by his uncle's help and sympathy.
The snow still lay upon the moors, but he knew them well, and the road to his own home would be much shortened by going across them. True, he would be compelled to pass Aske Hall, but the thought now rather stimulated him. He had been told that Aske had come
