“That’s a strange sentiment to come from a Christian man, by God!” said the lawyer.  “I should like to know how you will back that up, Garth!”

“Oh,” said Caleb, leaning forward, adjusting his finger-tips with nicety and looking meditatively on the ground.  It always seemed to him that words were the hardest part of “business.”

But here Mr. Jonah Featherstone made himself heard.  “Well, he always was a fine hypocrite, was my brother Peter.  But this will cuts out everything.  If I’d known, a wagon and six horses shouldn’t have drawn me from Brassing.  I’ll put a white hat and drab coat on to-morrow.”

“Dear, dear,” wept Mrs. Cranch, “and we’ve been at the expense of travelling, and that poor lad sitting idle here so long!  It’s the first time I ever heard my brother Peter was so wishful to please God Almighty; but if I was to be struck helpless I must say it’s hard—­I can think no other.”

“It’ll do him no good where he’s gone, that’s my belief,” said Solomon, with a bitterness which was remarkably genuine, though his tone could not help being sly.  “Peter was a bad liver, and almshouses won’t cover it, when he’s had the impudence to show it at the last.”

“And all the while had got his own lawful family—­brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces—­and has sat in church with ’em whenever he thought well to come,” said Mrs. Waule.  “And might have left his property so respectable, to them that’s never been used to extravagance or unsteadiness in no manner of way—­and not so poor but what they could have saved every penny and made more of it.  And me—­the trouble I’ve been at, times and times, to come here and be sisterly—­and him with things on his mind all the while that might make anybody’s flesh creep.  But if the Almighty’s allowed it, he means to punish him for it.  Brother Solomon, I shall be going, if you’ll drive me.”

“I’ve no desire to put my foot on the premises again,” said Solomon.  “I’ve got land of my own and property of my own to will away.”

“It’s a poor tale how luck goes in the world,” said Jonah.  “It never answers to have a bit of spirit in you.  You’d better be a dog in the manger.  But those above ground might learn a lesson.  One fool’s will is enough in a family.”

“There’s more ways than one of being a fool,” said Solomon.  “I shan’t leave my money to be poured down the sink, and I shan’t leave it to foundlings from Africay.  I like Feather, stones that were brewed such, and not turned Featherstones with sticking the name on ’em.”

Solomon addressed these remarks in a loud aside to Mrs. Waule as he rose to accompany her.  Brother Jonah felt himself capable of much more stinging wit than this, but he reflected that there was no use in offending the new proprietor of Stone Court, until you were certain that he was quite without intentions of hospitality towards witty men whose name he was about to bear.