Guy laughed. ‘You must come and see the example, Markham. I have a message from Mr. and Mrs. Edmonstone, to ask you to come to Hollywell at Whitsuntide.’
Grunt! ‘You are making a fool of me, Sir Guy. What’s a plain old man like me to do among all your lords and ladies, and finery and flummery? I’ll do no such thing.’
‘Not to oblige me?’
‘Oblige you? Nonsense! Much you’ll care for me!’
‘Nay, Markham, you must not stay away. You, my oldest and best friend,—my only home friend. I owe all my present happiness to you, and it would really be a great disappointment to me if you did not come. She wishes it, too.’
‘Well, Sir Guy,’ and the grunt was of softer tone, ‘if you do choose to make a fool of me, I can’t help it. You must have your own way; though you might have found a friend that would do you more credit.’
‘Then I may say that you will come?’
‘Say I am very much obliged to Mr. and Mrs. Edmonstone for their invitation. It is very handsome of them.’
‘Then you will have the settlements ready by that time. You must, Markham.’
‘I’ll see about it.’