“Not any.”
“Good-night, then, sir.”
“Good-night.”
The driver took up his “ribbons” and started his horses in a brisk trot.
Ran turned to re-enter the house.
He was met by John Legg running out bareheaded.
“What’s the matter?” demanded Ran.
“The man has gone off without his fare.”
“Well, go in the house—you will catch your death of cold; but you can’t stop him now. He is through the lodge gates by this time,” said Ran, playfully taking John Legg by the shoulders and turning him “right face forward” to the ascending steps.
They re-entered the house together.