'Of course, I'm not putting up a frontal defence.

I'm outflanking them.

I'm proving that this is the worst land they could possibly choose.

I'm offering them something else that they don't want.

Meanwhile the gates shall be locked, and if any one or anything breaks them down--my lawyers are ready--we apply for an injunction at once.' 'And you're not--well, nervous ?' asked Miss Bremerton, with a charming air of presenting something that might have been overlooked.
'Nervous of what ?' 'Isn't the law--the new law--rather dreadfully strong ?' 'Oh, you think I shall end in the county gaol ?' said the Squire abruptly.