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ly grieve to hear, sir, for your honour's sake, her ladyship's and--my sake!" "And why yours, Zeb?" "Sir, if you was to wed my lady and vicey-versey, the which I did hope, why then belike I might do the same with Mrs. Agatha and versey-vicey." "God--bless--my soul!" exclaimed the Major. "She's a pro-digious fine figure of a woman, your honour!" "She is so, Zeb, she is indeed. But I had no idea----" "Nor did I, sir, till a few days ago and then it came on me--ah, it come on me like a flash, your honour, quick as a musket-ball!" "Then, if she's willing, Zeb, marry by all means and before I go I'll----" "Begging your pardon, sir, can't be done--not to be thought on--if you wed why then I wed, if so be as she'll have me, sir, and vicey-versey, but if you don't, I don't and versey-vicey as in dooty bound, sir." "But, if you love each other--why not, Zeb?" "Because sir, you a bachelor, me a bachelor now and for ever, amen!" "A Gad's name--why?" "Your honour, 'tis become a matter o' dooty wi' me d'ye see." "You're a great fool, Sergeant, aye--a fool, Zebedee, but a very faithful fool, Zeb!" "Aye sir! And yonder's Inchbourne!" said the Sergeant, pointing to a hamlet bowered amid trees in the valley below them. The thatched cottages of Inchbourne village stood upon three sides of a pleasant green and in this green was a pool shaded by willows and fed by a rippling brook. "'Tis a mighty pretty place!" said the Major. "Aye, sir--to look at--from a distance, but there ain't a cottage as aren't damp, nor a roof as don't leak like a sieve. Still 'tis pretty enough I'll not deny, though 'tis an ill-conditioned folk lives there, your honour, hang-dog rascals, poachers and the like----" "And small wonder if things be so bad, ill-conditions beget roguery, Zeb, I marvel what Jennings can have been doing to let things come to such a pass!" "Co-lecting rents mostly, sir!" "You've no particular regard for Mr. Jennings, Zebedee." "I never said so, your honour." "He complained of you once, Zebedee----" "Sir, the same month as you and me come a-marching into this here estate said Jennings turned old Bet Seamore out of her bit o' cottage whereupon I dooly ventured a objection----" "Hum!" mused the Major, staring down at the peaceful hamlet. "He will be awaiting us----" "At the d'Arcy Arms!" nodded the Sergeant. "Jennings was agent here in my uncle's time and bears an irreproachable
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