But I told them we'd meet them in the woods to-morrow--you, and Dell and I.And Chicksands, who likes poking his nose into everything, is coming too.' 'Sir Henry ?' asked Elizabeth in astonishment.
'Well, I thought you might like the old boy's opinion, so I rang him up on that horrid thing you've put into the office.

I don't care about his opinion in the least!' A treat arranged for her return! Elizabeth felt as if she were being offered Sir Henry's head on a charger.
'That will be a great help!' she said with rather artificial enthusiasm, at which the Squire only shrugged his shoulders.

'Has Sir Henry been over here--' 'While you've been away?
Nothing of the sort.

He's not crossed the threshold since I turned him out six months ago.

But he's coming all the same--as mild as milk.' 'Very good of him!' said Elizabeth with spirit.
'That's as you choose to look at it.