Knowledge is power.

Well, then, shall I have no power to oust this blockhead?
Oust him--what from?
His father's halls?
Well, but if he were dead, who would be the heir of Hazeldean?
Have I not heard my mother say that I am as near in blood to this squire as any one, if he had no children?
Oh, but the boy's life is worth ten of mine! Oust him from what?
At least from the thoughts of his Uncle Egerton,--an uncle who has never even seen him! That, at least, is more feasible.

'Make my way in life,' sayest thou, Audley Egerton?
Ay,--and to the fortune thou hast robbed from my ancestors.

Simulation! simulation! Lord Bacon allows simulation.

Lord Bacon practised it, and--" Here the soliloquy came to a sudden end; for as, rapt in his thoughts, the boy had continued to walk backwards, he had come to the verge where the lawn slided off into the ditch of the ha-ha; and just as he was fortifying himself by the precept and practice of my Lord Bacon, the ground went from under him, and--slap into the ditch went Randal Leslie! It so happened that the squire, whose active genius was always at some repair or improvement, had been but a few days before widening and sloping off the ditch just in that part, so that the earth was fresh and damp, and not yet either turfed or flattened down.