He did not pause for an answer, but continued, quickly, still addressing Moore, who had thrown himself into an old-fashioned chair by the fireside--"Move it, Robert! Get up, my lad! That place is mine. Take the sofa, or three other chairs, if you will, but not this. It belangs to me, and nob'dy else."
"Why are you so particular to that chair, Mr. Yorke?" asked Moore, lazily vacating the place in obedience to orders.
"My father war afore me, and that's all t' answer I sall gie thee; and it's as good a reason as Mr. Helstone can give for the main feck o' his notions."
"Moore, are you ready to go?" inquired the rector.

Mr. Yorke addressed Moore, who had thrown himself into an old-fashioned chair by the fireside. "Get up, my lad! That place is mine. Take the sofa, if you will."
"Why are you so particular to that chair, Mr. Yorke?" asked Moore, lazily vacating it.
"My father were afore me, and that's all t' answer I shall gie thee; and it's as good a reason as Mr. Helstone can give for his notions."
"Moore, are you ready to go?" inquired the rector.
