‘And the house must be ready to come home to at once.’
‘You don’t know what you are talking of, Sir Guy!’ exclaimed Markham, at once aghast and angry.
‘Yes, I do. We don’t intend to turn the house upside down with new furniture.’
‘You may talk as you please, Sir Guy, but I know what’s what; and it is mere nonsense to talk of bringing a lady to a house in this condition. A pretty notion you have of what is fit for your bride! I hope she knows what sort of care you mean to take of her!’
‘She will be satisfied,’ said Guy. ‘She particularly wishes not to have everything disarranged, I only must have two rooms furnished for her.’
‘But the place wants painting from head to foot, and the roof is in such a state—’
‘The roof? That’s serious!’
‘Serious; I believe so. You’ll have it about your ears in no time, if you don’t look sharp.’
‘I’ll look this minute,’ said Guy, jumping up. ‘Will you come with me?’
Up he went, climbing about in the forest of ancient timbers, where he could not but be convinced that there was more reason than he could wish in what Markham said, and that his roof was in no condition to bring his bride to. Indeed it was probable that it had never been thoroughly repaired since the time of old Sir Hugh, for the Morvilles had not been wont to lay out money on what did not make a display. Guy was in dismay, he sent for the builder from Moorworth; calculated times and costs; but, do what he would, he could not persuade himself that when once the workmen were in Redclyffe, they would be out again before the autumn.