“Excellent, Frank! Buy me a labourer’s allotment to-morrow morning.”
“Very good, your Grace,” said Frank.
He was an invaluable servant, although at times, the Duke would complain, lacking in imagination.
“Have you got it, Frank?” said the Duke the next morning at lunch.
“Yes, your Grace. And I thought it well also to obtain a cottage.”
“Very thoughtful! Clothes?”
“I thought that perhaps your Grace would prefer to give your personal——”
“Quite right, Frank. I’ll go to Clarkson’s to-morrow.”
“I beg your Grace’s pardon—am I to accompany your Grace?”
“I do not propose to dig all night, nor even after sunset. Men on allotments eat, I am given to suppose!”