The Dominie answered with something between an acquiescent grunt
and an indignant groan.

'You never come down to see your old acquaintance on the
Ellangowan property, Mr. Sampson. You would find most of the old
stagers still stationary there. I have too much respect for the
late family to disturb old residenters, even under pretence of
improvement. Besides, it's not my way, I don't like it; I believe,
Mr. Sampson, Scripture particularly condemns those who oppress the
poor, and remove landmarks.'

'Or who devour the substance of orphans,' subjoined the Dominie.
'Anathema, Maranatha!' So saying, he rose, shouldered the folio
which he had been perusing, faced to the right about, and marched
out of the room with the strides of a grenadier.

Mr. Glossin, no way disconcerted, or at least feeling it necessary
not to appear so, turned to young Hazlewood, who was apparently
busy with the newspaper.--' Any news, sir?' Hazlewood raised his
eyes, looked at him, and pushed the paper towards him, as if to a
stranger in a coffee-house, then rose, and was about to leave the
room. 'I beg pardon, Mr. Hazlewood, but I can't help wishing you
joy of getting so easily over that infernal accident.' This was
answered by a sort of inclination of the head, as slight and stiff
as could well be imagined. Yet it encouraged our man of law to
proceed.--' I can promise you, Mr. Hazlewood, few people have
taken the interest in that matter which I have done, both for the
sake of the country and on account of my particular respect for
your family, which has so high a stake in it; indeed, so very high