He's a good boy.' 'Send him along, Forest.

My beast's a lamb--you know him.

But look here, Forest'-- Sir Henry dismounted, bridle in hand.

'Don't give the Squire notice that I'm here, if you can help it, till you announce me.' The butler, who, in spite of his grey hair, was a square-set, vigorous-looking fellow, might be said, in reply, to have given the Squire's visitor a wink.

At any rate a look of understanding passed between the two.