"Your lordship will go over, I suppose?"
Yorke started slightly. He had not as yet thought of this, his obvious duty.
"Yes," he said. "Get some things ready and look out the time-table."
"Yes, my lord. Your lordship will go down to White Place first?" suggested Fleming, respectfully.
Yorke hesitated, but he assented.
"I'm to go abroad with you, my lord?" said Fleming tentatively, and Yorke nodded.
"You can if you like—just as you like," he said.
"Thank you, my Lord, I will go," said Fleming. "Your lordship may want things done, and I may be useful."
"You are always that," Yorke said; and it was just such simple expressions of appreciation as this that won the regard and devotion of Fleming and his kind.