The expression of the eye roused in Mannering
an itching desire to lay immediate hands on its possessor. He strode
up to him.
'I don't know, sir, why you stand there, looking on at things that
are no business of yours,' he said angrily. 'If you want to know
your way anywhere, one of my men here will show you.'
'Oh, thank you,' said the other tranquilly. 'I know my way
perfectly.' He held up an ordnance map, which he carried in his
hand. 'I'm an engineer. I come from London, and I'm bound for a job
at Crewe. But I'm very fond of country walking when the weather's
good. I've walked about a good bit of England, in my time, but this
part is a bit I don't know. So, as I had two days' holiday, I
thought I'd have a look at your place on the road. And as you are
aware, Mr. Mannering'--he pointed to the map--'this is a
right-of-way, and you can't turn me out.'
'All the same, sir, you are on my property,' said the Squire hotly,
'and a right-of-way only means a right of passing through. I should
be much obliged if you would hurry yourself a little.
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