I might have done so, but Mr.
Glenthorpe walked into the parlour just then, carrying some partridges in his hand.

He didn't see the young gentleman at first--he was sitting in the corner behind the door--but told me to have one of the partridges cooked for his dinner.

They had just been given to him, he said, by the farmer whose land he was going to excavate next week.

As he turned to go out he saw the young gentleman sitting in the corner, and he said, in his hearty way: 'Good evening, sir; it is not often that we have any society in these parts.' The young gentleman told him what he had told me--how he had wandered away from Durrington and got lost, and had come to the inn in the hopes of getting a bed for the night.

'Glad to see a civilised human being in these parts,' said Mr.Glenthorpe.