parish."

"Oh!" said Gerard, "I doubt not they were all picked up by the
poulterer who has the contract: even the Normans did not sell
their game."

"The question is," said Morley, "would you rather be barbarous
or mean; that is the alternative presented by the real and the
pseudo Norman nobility of England. Where I have been lately,
there is a Bishopsgate Street merchant who has been made for
no conceiveable public reason a baron bold. Bigod and Bohun
could not enforce the forest laws with such severity as this
dealer in cotton and indigo."

"It is a difficult question to deal with--this affair of the
game laws," said Egremont; "how will you reach the evil?
Would you do away with the offence of trespass? And if so,
what is your protection for property?"

"It comes to a simple point though," said Morley, "the
Territorialists must at length understand that they cannot at
the same time have the profits of a farm and the pleasures of
a chase."

At this moment entered Sybil. At the sight of her, the
remembrance that they were about to part, nearly overwhelmed
Egremont. Her supremacy over his spirit was revealed to him,
and nothing but the presence of other persons could have
prevented him avowing his entire subjection. His hand
trembled as he touched her's, and his eye, searching yet