She had been quite silent since leaving the Rectory.
"I heard of a good many," she said.

"Which was this ?" Jack recounted a story of Red Indians and ambuscades and a bow and arrows, ending in the flight of a frantic stag over the palings and among the garden beds; it was on a Sunday afternoon, too.
"Frank was caned by the butler, I remember; by Lord Talgarth's express orders.

Certainly he richly deserved it.

I was a guest, and got off clear." "How old were you ?" "We were both about eleven, I think." "Frank doesn't strike me as more than about twelve now," observed Jenny.
"There's something in that," admitted Jack....

"Oh! Lord! how hot it is!" He fanned himself with his hat.
* * * * * There was no sign of life as they passed into the court and up to the pillared portico; and at last, when the butler appeared, the irregular state of his coat-collar showed plainly that he but that moment had put his coat on.
(This would be about the time that Frank left the village after his interview with the priest.) Yes; it seemed that Lord Talgarth was probably in the garden; and, if so, almost certainly in the little square among the yews along the upper terrace.