"I thought a long time before I sent it, because I wasn't sure that Sir Stephen and you might think it a liberty; but I needn't have done so, I know now.

And it was kind of Sir Stephen to send me a note with the sherry.

It was like a gentleman, if you'll excuse me saying so, sir." Stafford rode over the hill and along the road by the stream, and as he rode he looked round him eagerly and keenly.

In fact, as if he were scouting.

But that for which he was looking so intently did not appear; his spirits fell--though the sun was still shining--and he sighed impatiently, and putting Adonis through the stream, cantered over the moor at the foot of the hills.