"For the rector don't live on his living like other Christian sort of
folks."--_T. Hood_.
The sisters found on coming home that a very handsome chestnut horse was
being walked up and down before the front door, and their man-servant,
William, informed them that it belonged to the clergyman.
As they advanced to the verandah, Captain Carbonel and his visitor came
out to meet them, and Mr Ashley Selby was introduced. He looked more
like a sportsman than a clergyman, except for his black coat; he had a
happy, healthy, sunburnt face, top boots, and a riding-whip in his hand,
and informed Mrs Carbonel that his father and mother would have the
honour of calling on her in a day or two. They had an impression that
he had come to reconnoitre and decide whether they were farmers or
gentry.
"We have been trying to make acquaintance with some of your flock," said
Mary.
"The last thing I would advise you to do," he answered; "there are not a
worse lot anywhere. Desperate poachers! Not a head of game safe from
them."
"Perhaps they may be improved."