ey; "you see it by this wretched light. Up and be doing, man. Think of Cumnor Place--thine own proper copyhold. Why, thou mayest found a weekly lectureship, besides endowing Janet like a baron's daughter. Seventy pounds and odd."
"Seventy-nine pounds, five shillings and fivepence half-penny, besides the value of the wood," said Foster; "and I am to have it all as copyhold?"
"All, man--squirrels and all. No gipsy shall cut the value of a broom--no boy so much as take a bird's nest--without paying thee a quittance.--Ay, that is right--don thy matters as fast as possible; horses and everything are ready, all save that accursed villain Lambourne, who is out on some infernal gambol."
"Ay, Sir Richard," said Foster, "you would take no advice. I ever told you that drunken profligate would fail you at need. Now I could have helped you to a sober young man."
"What, some slow-spoken, long-breathed brother of the congregation? Why, we shall have use for such also, man. Heaven be praised, we shall lack labourers of every kind.--Ay, that is right--forget not your pistols. Come now, and let us away."
"Whither?" said Anthony.
"To my lady's chamber; and, mind, she MUST along with us. Thou art not a fellow to be startled by a shriek?"
"Not if Scripture reason can be rendered for it; and it is written, 'Wives obey your husbands.' But will my lord's commands bear us out if we use violence?"
