“Is yonder Enville Court?” asked Barbara, referring to the house in the park.
“Ay,” said Dick.
“And where dwelleth Master Tremayne?”
“Eh?”
“Master Tremayne—the parson—where dwelleth he?”
“Th’ parson? Why, i’ th’ parsonage, for sure,” said Dick, conclusively. “Where else would thou have him?”
“Ay, in sooth, but which is the parsonage?”
“Close by th’ church—where would thou have it?”
“What, yonder green house, all o’er ivy?”
“For sure.”