“The horses ought to be out and waiting,” said Stephen, with a little impatience.
A moment or two passed, and then Slummers came to the carriage door.
Stephen jumped out.
“What is it? Why do you not put the horses to?”—for the others had been taken out and were standing in the stable.
Slummers, for the first time in his life, changed color and hesitated.
“There has been some mistake, sir.”
“Mistake!”
“The horses are not here.”
Stephen glared at him.
“I can’t understand it, sir. I gave your orders most minutely, but George has taken the horses on to Clumley.”