“Nay, nay! I hope for better things, and that the English influences you spoke of so feelingly will not entirely desert me in my banishment.”
“Don’t imagine that any one will come over here to see you, Vyner, if you mean that.”
“Not even the trusty Grenfell?” said he, with a half smile.
“Not if you were to give me the fee-simple of the barbarous tract you covet.”
“I’ll not believe it, George. I’ll back your friendship against all the bogs that ever engulphed an oak forest. But what is that yonder? Is it a boat? It seems only a few feet long.”
“It is one of those naval constructions of your charming islanders; and coming this way, too.”
“The fellow has got a letter, Sir; he has stuck it in his hatband,” said Mr. Crab.
“An answer from Luttrell,” muttered Vyner. “I wonder will he receive me?”