CHAPTER XIX.
RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION.
On the day before Sir Reginald’s funeral Mr. Samuel Rock presented himself at Monk’s Lodge, and was shown into the study. As he entered Mr. Levinger noticed that his mien was morose, and that dejection beamed from his pale blue eyes, if indeed dejection can be said to beam.
“I fancy that my friend’s love affairs have gone wrong,” he thought to himself; “he would scarcely look so sulky about a cow shed.” Yet it was of this useful building that he began to speak.
“Well, Mr. Rock,” he said cheerfully, “have they dug out the foundations of that shed yet?”
“Shed, sir?” answered Samuel (he pronounced it shodd): “I haven’t come to speak to you about no sheds. I have come to speak to you about the advice you gave me as to Joan Haste.”
“Oh! yes, I remember:
