There was a pause.
'Well, good-bye, dear,' said Sir Henry again, and with a ceremonious bow to Pamela's companion, he rode on--meditating on many things.
* * * * * 'The Squire's in, Sir Henry, but--well, he's very busy.' 'Never mind, Forest.

I must see him.

Can you find some one to take my horse round ?' The grey-haired butler looked perplexed.
'I've only got my own small boy, Sir Henry.

There's two more of our men gone this morning.

I don't know if you'll trust him.