Yet he noticed the clergyman on
entering, and appeared inclined to attend to his request first; but as
he courteously waved his claim away, and retired to the other end of
the room, Julius said curtly,--
"Well, Mr. Moser, good-morning, sir."
The lawyer was pretending to be absorbed in the captions of the papers
in his hand, for he was offended at being kept waiting so long: "As if a
bite of victuals was of more ado than business that could bring Matthew
Moser all the road from Kendal."
"Good-morning, Mr. Sandal."
The omission of "Squire," and the substitution of "Mr.," annoyed Julius
very much, though he had not a suspicion of the lawyer's errand; and he
corrected the mistake with a bland smile on his lips, and an angry light
in his eyes. Moser, in reply, selected one particular paper, and put it
into the hand of Julius.
"Acting for Squire Sandal, I would be a middling bad sort of a lawyer to
give you his name. Eh?"
"You are talking in riddles, sir."
"Eh! But I always read my riddles, Mr. Sandal. I am here to take
possession of house and land, for the real heir of Sandal-Side."
"I bought his right, as you know very well. You have Harry Sandal's own
acknowledgment."
"Eh? But you see, Harry Sandal never had a penny-worth of right to sell.
Launcelot Sandal left a son, and for him I am acting. Eh?"
"Launcelot Sandal was drowned. He never married."
"Eh, but he did!--Parson Sellafield, what do you say about that?"
"I married him on July 11, 18--, at Egremont church.
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