"Don't trouble sir" said Mr. Earlsdown and taking out a large red kerchief he seized the hat in his huge hand and pounded it vigorously. "Oh uncle gently" cried Sylvia "you will spoil my feathers
"I know what I am about my dear" said Mr. Earlsdown "and you sir come and see us to-morrow, my child will be glad of a caller."
"Oh indeed I shall" cried Sylvia blushing.
And Leslie Woodcock, for that was the handsome fellows name raised his hat and bowed low saying "I shall be delighted my dear sir, but might I ask what your address is.
"Certainly my man" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown as with a hearty laugh he produced a little card on which was written
R. Earlsdown Esq,
Yellowflower Hall
Mayfield Sussex
Leslie bowed once more and taking the card moved gently away. What took place after this will be reserved for our next chapter.