"He's a coosin o' yours, squoire; and long as I've known Suffolk, I've never known nothing but good o' you and yourn. But if your baronite has been and done this! Oh, Mr. Carbury! If I was to wring his neck round, you wouldn't say as how I was wrong; would ye, now?" Roger could hardly answer the question. On general grounds the wringing of Sir Felix's neck, let the immediate cause for such a performance have been what it might, would have seemed to him to be a good deed. The world would be better, according to his thinking, with Sir Felix out of it than in it. But still the young man was his cousin and a Carbury, and to such a one as John Crumb he was bound to defend any member of his family as far as he might be defensible. "They says as how he was groping about Sheep's Acre when he was last here, a hiding himself and skulking behind hedges. Drat 'em all. 
"He's a cousin o' yours, squoire; and I've never known nothing but good o' you and yourn. But if your baronite has done this! Oh, Mr. Carbury! If I was to wring his neck, you wouldn't say as I was wrong; would ye?"
Roger could hardly answer the question. On general grounds the wringing of Sir Felix's neck seemed a good idea. The world would be better with Sir Felix out of it. But still the young man was his cousin and a Carbury, and he was bound to defend him.
"They says as how he was groping about Sheep's Acre when he was last here, a skulking behind hedges. 