“Very much.”
“Then I do, too. Now let us get into the woods. By the by, is Reuben about?”
“No; I believe he has gone to some of Sir Hubert’s farms. He started very early this morning, but he will be home to dinner. Did you want him, Mr. Stuart?”
“No, not particularly. But what a lark if they take us up for trespassing—eh, Margery!”
Margery laughed heartily at the idea.
“What would they do to us?” she asked.
“Transport us for life, perhaps,” Stuart replied, with a laugh, as he mounted the narrow wall. “How would you like that, Margery?” he added.
“Would that mean going away from here?”
Stuart nodded.
“I should not like it at all, then,” she declared.