He says--" Sir Leicester is so long in taking out his eye-glass and adjusting it that my Lady looks a little irritated.

"He says 'In the matter of the right of way--' I beg your pardon, that's not the place.

He says--yes! Here I have it! He says, 'I beg my respectful compliments to my Lady, who, I hope, has benefited by the change.

Will you do me the favour to mention (as it may interest her) that I have something to tell her on her return in reference to the person who copied the affidavit in the Chancery suit, which so powerfully stimulated her curiosity.

I have seen him.'" My Lady, leaning forward, looks out of her window.
"That's the message," observes Sir Leicester.
"I should like to walk a little," says my Lady, still looking out of her window.
"Walk ?" repeats Sir Leicester in a tone of surprise.
"I should like to walk a little," says my Lady with unmistakable distinctness.