Mr Amedroz had declared his purpose of coming down to breakfast during
the period of his cousin's visit, and at half-past nine he was in the
parlour. Clara had been there some time, but had not seen her cousin.
He entered the room immediately after her father, bringing his hat with
him in his hand, and wiping the drops of perspiration from his brow.
'You have been out, Mr Belton,' said the squire.

'All round the place, sir. Six o'clock doesn't often find me in bed,
summer or winter. What's the use of laying in bed when one has had
enough of sleep?'

'But that's just the question,' said Clara; 'whether one has had enough
at six o'clock.'

'Women want more than men, of course. A man, if he means to do any good
with land, must be out early. The grass will grow of itself at nights,
but it wants looking after as soon as the daylight comes.'

'I don't know that it would do much good to the grass here,' said the
squire, mournfully.

'As much here as anywhere. And indeed I've got something to say about
that.' He had now seated himself at the breakfast-table, and was
playing with his knife and fork. 'I think, sir, you're hardly making
the best you can out of the park.'

'We won't mind talking about it, if you please,' said the squire.

'Well; of course I won't, if you don't like it; but upon my word you