The Last Chronicle of Barset eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,290 pages of information about The Last Chronicle of Barset.

The Last Chronicle of Barset eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,290 pages of information about The Last Chronicle of Barset.
and the father had encouraged him to take something like the management of the property into his hands.  There might have been some fifteen hundred acres of it altogether, and the archdeacon had rejoiced over it with his wife scores of times, saying that there was many a squire in the county whose elder son would never find himself so well placed as would his own younger son.  Now there was a string of narrow woods called Plumstead Coppices which ran from a point near the church right across the parish, dividing the archdeacon’s land from the Ullathorne estate, and these coppices, or belts of woodland, belonged to the archdeacon.  On the morning of which we are speaking, the archdeacon mounted on his cob, still thinking of his son’s iniquity and of his own fixed resolve to punish him as he had said that he would punish him, opened with his whip a woodland gate, from which a green muddy lane led through the trees up to the house of the gamekeeper.  The man’s wife was ill, and in his ordinary way of business the archdeacon was about to call and ask after her health.  At the door of the cottage he found the man, who was woodman as well as gamekeeper, and was responsible for fences and faggots, as well as for the foxes and pheasants’ eggs.

‘How’s Martha, Flurry?’ said the archdeacon.

’Thanking your reverence, she be a deal improved since the mistress was here—­last Tuesday it was, I think.’

‘I’m glad of that.  It was only rheumatism, I suppose?’

‘Just a tich of fever with it, your reverence, the doctor said,’

’Tell her I was asking after it.  I won’t mind getting down today, as I am rather busy.  She has had what she wanted from the house?’

’The mistress has been very good in that way.  She always is, God bless her!’

’Good-day to you, Flurry.  I’ll ask Mr Sims to come and read to her a bit this afternoon, or tomorrow morning.’  The archdeacon kept two curates, and Mr Sims was one of them.’

’She’ll take it very kindly, your reverence.  But while you are here, sir, there’s just a word I’d like to say.  I didn’t happen to catch Mr Henry when he was here the other day.’

‘Never mind Mr Henry—­what is it you have to say?’

’I do think, I do indeed, sire, that Mr Thorne’s man ain’t dealing fairly along of the foxes.  I wouldn’t say a word about it, only that Mr Henry is so particular.’

‘What about the foxes?  What is he doing with the foxes?’

’Well, sire, he’s a trapping on ’em.  He is, indeed, your reverence.  I wouldn’t speak if I warn’t well nigh mortal sure.’

Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
The Last Chronicle of Barset from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.