“We are, though.”
The youngling turned to him with a grin and a titter.
“It’s a shame, by cock,” said he. “I ought to have sent a message, but clean forgot. You may save yourself the trouble. She had left it at home all the time.”
Mr. Tuke, all considered, received this belated information very handsomely.
“Then I have laboured like Jacob,” said he. “But my second term is yet to serve.”
Sir David chuckled.
“Rachel was a prodigious coquette,” he said. “Well, Mr. Tuke, I’m forgettin’ my manners keepin’ you talkin’ here.”
“No, no. Come to the house.”
He was reluctant to part with the bright little dandy; but the latter was already in the saddle.
“Can’t,” he chirped. “I’ve an appointment at four, and Angel ’ll be faintin’ to hear tell of every word you’ve spoke. I say—I’ll draw the bow on that Jacob. You must come over to my place, and let’s be friends.”