And he's a dark, vindictive brute; and he swore a solemn oath, they say, when his brother went to Worrel Jail, to be revenged upon you.

And so, Sir Everard, begging your pardon for the freedom, I thought as how you was likely to be out late to-night, coming home from my lord's, and as Brithlow Wood is lonesome and dark--" "That will do, Godsoe!" the young baronet interrupted, haughtily.

"You mean well, I dare say, and I overlook your presumption this time; but never proffer advice to me again.

As for Darkly, he had better keep out of my way.

I'll horsewhip him the first time I see him, and send him to make acquaintance with the horse-pond afterward." He vaulted lightly into the saddle as he spoke.
The brawny gamekeeper stood gazing after him as he ambled down the leafy avenue.
"His father's son," he said; "the proudest gentleman in Devonshire, and the most headstrong.