“That’s Castle Malwood.”
“Castle Malwood; and it’s well known about here by that name?”
“Yes, of course it is.”
“If I were to ask one of these chawbacon foresters to show me where Castle Malwood was, he would point out that place, eh?”
“Yes; every forester knows that.”
“How about the name of that house down there with the yew-trees round it?”
“That’s Blackthorn Lodge, where I live.”
“Oh, that’s your house, is it? And what’s your governor?”
“A gentleman.”
“I suppose you are home for the midsummer holidays?”