'rally that full
o' the 'Old Adam' as never was. An' 'e's alway a up an' taking of me at
the shortest notice. Only t'other day he up an' took me because Job
Jagway ('e works for Squire Cassilis, you'll understand sir) because Job
Jagway sez as our wheat, (meanin' Miss Anthea's wheat, you'll understand
sir) was mouldy; well, the 'Old Adam' up an' took me to that extent,
sir, that they 'ad to carry Job Jagway home, arterwards. Which is all on
account o' the Old Adam,--me being the mildest chap you ever see,
nat'rally,--mild? ah! sucking doves wouldn't be nothin' to me for
mildness."

"And what did the Squire have to say about your spoiling his man?"

"Wrote to Miss Anthea, o' course, sir,--he's always writing to Miss
Anthea about summat or other,--sez as how he was minded to lock me up
for 'sault an' battery, but, out o' respect for her, would let me off,
wi' a warning."

"Miss Anthea was worried, I suppose?"

"Worried, sir! 'Oh Adam!' sez she, 'Oh Adam! 'aven't I got enough to
bear but you must make it 'arder for me?' An' I see the tears in her
eyes while she said it. Me make it 'arder for her! Jest as if I wouldn't
make things lighter for 'er if I could,--which I can't; jest as if, to
help Miss Anthea, I wouldn't let 'em take me an'--well, never mind
what,--only I would!"

"Yes, I'm sure you would," nodded Bellew. "And is the Squire over here
at Dapplemere very often, Adam?"

"Why, not so much lately, sir. Last time were yesterday, jest afore
Master Georgy come 'ome. I were at work here in the yard, an' Squire
comes riding up to me, smiling quite friendly like,--which were pretty
good of him, considering as Job Jagway ain't back to work yet. 'Oh
Adam!' sez he, 'so you're 'aving a sale here at Dapplemere, are you?'
Meaning sir, a sale of some bits, an' sticks o' furnitur' as Miss
Anthea's forced to part wi' to meet some bill or other. 'Summat o' that
sir,' says I, making as light of it as I could. 'Why then, Adam,' sez
he, 'if Job Jagway should 'appen to come over to buy a few o' the
things,--no more fighting!' sez he. An' so he nods, an' smiles, an' off
he rides. An' sir, as I watched him go, the 'Old Adam' riz up in me to
that extent as it's a mercy I didn't have no pitchfork 'andy."

Bellew, sitting on the shaft of a cart with his back against a rick,
listened to this narration with an air of dreamy abstraction, but Adam's
quick eyes noticed that despite the unruffled serenity of his brow, his
chin seemed rat