"I suppose I shall find Mark up at the house ?" said he.
"I dare say you will, my lord." "Well, I'll go round this way, for my business is partly in the stable.

You see I am quite at home here, though you never have seen me before.

But, Miss Robarts, now that the ice is broken, I hope that we may be friends." He then put out his hand, and when she gave him hers he pressed it almost as an old friend might have done.

And, indeed, Lucy had talked to him almost as though he were an old friend.

For a minute or two she had forgotten that he was a lord and a stranger--had forgotten also to be stiff and guarded as was her wont.