CHAPTER VIII.
AT MIDNIGHT.
Silver's delivery of his employer's orders to Lord Garvington were apparently carried out, for no further intimation was given to the gypsies that they were to vacate Abbot's Wood.

The master of The Manor grumbled a good deal at the high tone taken by his brother-in-law, as, having the instincts of a landlord, he strongly objected to the presence of such riff-raff on his estates.

However, as Pine had the whip-hand of him, he was obliged to yield, although he could not understand why the man should favor the Romany in this way.
"Some of his infernal philanthropy, I suppose," said Garvington, in a tone of disgust, to the secretary.

"Pine's always doing this sort of thing, and people ain't a bit grateful." "Well," said Silver dryly, "I suppose that's his look-out." "If it is, let him keep to his own side of the road," retorted the other.

"Since I don't interfere with his business, let him not meddle with mine." "As he holds the mortgage and can foreclose at any moment, it _is_ his business," insisted Silver tartly.