"Well, sir, it's such a lot of work for the hosses, and the pay so poor."
"Not a morsel, Joshua—not a morsel."
"Well, sir, I can't do it at the price."
"Oh, Joshua! Joshua! I thought you'd a better eye to the future. Don't you see that the new rector will have to build up all these out-buildings again, and where else is he to get stone except out of your quarry, or some of the old stone you have carted away, which you will have the labor of carting back?"
"Well, sir, I don't know."
" But I do, Joshua."
"The new rector might go elsewhere for stone."
"Not he. Look there, at the winder is Mr. Cargreen, and he's in with the new parson, like a brother—knows his very soul. The new parson comes from Birmingham. What can he tell about building-stone here? Mr. Cargreen will tell him yours is the only stuff that ain't powder."
"But, sir, he may not rebuild."
"He must. Mr. Cargreen will tell him that he can't let the glebe without buildings; and he can't build without your quarry stone: and if he has your quarry stone—why, you will be given the carting also. Are you satisfied?"
"Yes—if Mr. Cargreen would be sure——"
"He's there at the winder, a-smelling to the jessamine. You go round and have a talk to him, and make him understand you know. He's a little hard o' hearing; but the drum o' his ear is here," said Scantlebray, tapping his palm.
Mr. Scantlebray was now left to himself to discuss the chicken wing—the liver wing he had taken—and sip the port; a conversation was going on in an undertone at the window; but that concerned Mr. Cargreen and not himself, so he paid no attention to it.
After a while, however, when this hum ceased, he turned his head, and called out:
"Old man! how about your lunch?"
"And you found the jessamine very sweet?"
"Taste this port. It is not what it should be: some