The two men usually liked to talk over the meeting as they returned home together.

It was a beautiful morning for a drive, and when Rowly came flying up the avenue in his T-cart with three magnificent bays, Stephen ran out on the top of the steps to see him draw up.

Rowly was a fine whip, and his horses felt it.

Squire Norman was ready, and, after a kiss from Stephen, climbed into the high cart.

The men raised their hats and waved good- bye.