Then, he is so fiery and quick, and wants everything done in a minute, like the men of business in the "City." He keeps his watch timed to a second, and expects the men to be there.

They are so slow.

Everything agricultural is so slow.

They say we shall have fine seasons in two or three years; only think, _years_.

This is what weighs on Cecil.' By this time the two men had walked through the plantation, and paused at a small gate that opened on the fields.