“They tell me it’s a very pretty place, Sir, and plenty to see.”
“I know every inch of it. I used to be here after my Rugby half, and I don’t want to recal those days, I promise you.”
“They’ve got some nice saddle-horses, too, Sir.”
“So they may; and they may ride them, too.”
“And the lake is alive with carp, I hear.”
“I’ll not diminish their number; I’ll promise them so much. I must stay here as long as the governor does, which, fortunately for me, cannot be many days; but tobacco and patience will see me through it.”
“I always said it, Sir: ‘When Master Dolly comes to his fortune, it’s not an old gaol he’ll sit down to pass his life in!’”
“It’s one of the finest and oldest places in the kingdom,” said the young man, angrily, “though perhaps a London cad might prefer Charing Cross to it.”
“No other orders, Sir?” said Mr. Fisk, curtly.
“No; you may go. Call me at nine—d’ye hear—at nine; and I’ll breakfast at ten.” And now was Mr. Adolphus Ladarelle alone with his own thoughts.