If at mine: Ha! I know what you'd like to ask: Should I be a Bigwig in THEIR estimation?
Not I! As you knock about, Miss Freeland, you'll find out one thing--all bigwiggery is founded on: Scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.

Seriously, these are only tenpenny ones; but the mischief is, that in the matter of 'the Land,' the men who really are in earnest are precious scarce.

Nothing short of a rising such as there was in 1832 would make the land question real, even for the moment.

Not that I want to see one--God forbid! Those poor doomed devils were treated worse than dogs, and would be again." Before Nedda could pour out questions about the rising in 1832, Stanley's voice said: "Cuthcott, I want to introduce you!" Her new friend screwed his eyes up tighter and, muttering something, put out his hand to her.
"Thank you for our talk.

I hope we shall meet again.