Yet he noticed the clergyman on entering, and appeared inclined to attend to his request first; but as he courteously waved his claim away, and retired to the other end of the room, Julius said curtly,-- "Well, Mr.Moser, good-morning, sir." The lawyer was pretending to be absorbed in the captions of the papers in his hand, for he was offended at being kept waiting so long: "As if a bite of victuals was of more ado than business that could bring Matthew Moser all the road from Kendal." "Good-morning, Mr.Sandal." The omission of "Squire," and the substitution of "Mr.," annoyed Julius very much, though he had not a suspicion of the lawyer's errand; and he corrected the mistake with a bland smile on his lips, and an angry light in his eyes.

Moser, in reply, selected one particular paper, and put it into the hand of Julius.
"Acting for Squire Sandal, I would be a middling bad sort of a lawyer to give you his name.

Eh ?" "You are talking in riddles, sir." "Eh! But I always read my riddles, Mr.Sandal.I am here to take possession of house and land, for the real heir of Sandal-Side." "I bought his right, as you know very well.

You have Harry Sandal's own acknowledgment." "Eh?
But you see, Harry Sandal never had a penny-worth of right to sell.
Launcelot Sandal left a son, and for him I am acting.

Eh ?" "Launcelot Sandal was drowned.