The place is in a regular commotion." Mr.Verner looked vexed.

Of late years he had declined active management on his estate; and, since he grew ill, he particularly disliked being disturbed with details.
"Where's Lionel ?" he asked in a peevish tone.
"I saw Lionel ride out an hour ago.

I don't know where he is gone." "Tell Roy to let the affair rest until to-morrow, when Lionel will see about it.

And, Frederick, I wish you would remember that a little noise shakes me: try to come in more quietly.

You burst in as if my nerves were as strong as your own." Mr.Verner turned to his fire again with an air of relief, glad to have got rid of the trouble in some way, and Frederick Massingbird proceeded to what was called the steward's room, where Roy waited.