'Let Mr Haredale go on,' said Gashford, upon whose unwholesome face the
perspiration had broken out during this speech, in blotches of wet; 'I
don't mind him, Sir John; it's quite as indifferent to me what he says,
as it is to my lord. If he reviles my lord, as you have heard, Sir John,
how can I hope to escape?'
'Is it not enough, my lord,' Mr Haredale continued, 'that I, as good a
gentleman as you, must hold my property, such as it is, by a trick at
which the state connives because of these hard laws; and that we may not
teach our youth in schools the common principles of right and wrong; but
must we be denounced and ridden by such men as this! Here is a man to
head your No-Popery cry! For shame. For shame!'
The infatuated nobleman had glanced more than once at Sir John Chester,
as if to inquire whether there was any truth in these statements
concerning Gashford, and Sir John had as often plainly answered by a
shrug or look, 'Oh dear me! no.' He now said, in the same loud key, and
in the same strange manner as before:
'I have nothing to say, sir, in reply, and no desire to hear anything
more. I beg you won't obtrude your conversation, or these personal
attacks, upon me.
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