Ah, there he comes! I'll finish later...' * * * * * The Squire came in--to use one of the Homeric similes of which he was so fond--'like a lion fresh from a slain bull, bespattered with blood and mire.' He had gone out pale, he returned crimson, rubbing his hands and in great excitement.

And it was evident that he had by now formed the habit of talking freely to his secretary.

For he went up to her at once.
'Well, now they know what to expect!' he said, his eyes glittering, and all his thick hair on his small peaked head standing up in a high ridge, like the crest of a battle-helmet.
'Who are "they" ?' asked Elizabeth, smiling, as she quietly pushed her letter a little further under the blotting-paper.
'The County Council idiots--no, the Inspector fellow they're sending round.' 'And what did you tell him ?' 'That I should resist their entry.

The gates of the park will be locked.

And my lawyers are already preparing a case for the High Court.