‘You are very kind.’

’I will be more than kind; I will love you dearly if you will let me.  You don’t suppose that I have looked you up here for nothing.  Blood is thicker than water, and you have nobody now so near to you as I am.  I don’t see why you should be so poor, as the debts have been paid.’

‘Papa has had to borrow money on his life interest in the place.’

’That’s the mischief!  Never mind.  We’ll see if we can’t do something.  And in the meantime don’t make a stranger of me.  Anything does for me.  Lord bless you! if you were to see how I rough it sometimes!  I can eat beans and bacon with any one; and what’s more, I can go without ’em if I can’t get ’em.’

’We’d better get ready for dinner now.  I always dress, because papa likes to see it.’  This she said as a hint to her cousin that he would be expected to change his coat, for her father would have been annoyed had his guest sat down to dinner without such ceremony.  Will Belton was not very good at taking hints; but he did understand this, and made the necessary change in his apparel.

The evening was long and dull, and nothing occurred worthy of remark except the surprise manifested by Mr Amedroz when Belton called his daughter by her Christian name.  This he did without the slightest hesitation, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for him to do.  She was his cousin, and cousins of course addressed each other in that way.  Clara’s quick eye immediately saw her father’s slight gesture of dismay, but Belton caught nothing of this.  The squire took an early opportunity of calling him Mr Belton with some little peculiarity of expression; but this was altogether lost on Will, who five times in the next five minutes addressed ‘Clara’ as though they were already on the most intimate terms.  She would have answered him in the same way, and would have called him Will, had she not been afraid of offending her father.

Mr Amedroz had declared his purpose of coming down to breakfast during the period of his cousin’s visit, and at half-past nine he was in the parlour.  Clara had been there some time, but had not seen her cousin.  He entered the room immediately after her father, bringing his hat with him in his hand, and wiping the drops of perspiration from his brow.  ‘You have been out, Mr Belton,’ said the squire.

’All round the place, sir.  Six o’clock doesn’t often find me in bed, summer or winter.  What’s the use of laying in bed when one has had enough of sleep?’

‘But that’s just the question,’ said Clara; ’whether one has had enough at six o’clock.’

’Women want more than men, of course.  A man, if he means to do any good with land, must be out early.  The grass will grow of itself at nights, but it wants looking after as soon as the daylight comes.’

‘I don’t know that it would do much good to the grass here,’ said the squire, mournfully.

’As much here as anywhere.  And indeed I’ve got something to say about that.’  He had now seated himself at the breakfast-table, and was playing with his knife and fork.  ’I think, sir, you’re hardly making the best you can out of the park.’