“Yes, if you please,” returned Mr. Force, as he helped Wynnette to climb up into the dilapidated “trap.”
“And what do your honor think o’ t’ musselman, maister?” inquired the sexton, coming up and taking off his cap.
“It is a very fine specimen of both architecture and sculpture,” replied Mr. Force.
The sexton smiled satisfaction, bowed and withdrew.
“I am puzzled, Le, and I think by going through the manor house I may come to understand things better,” whispered Mr. Force to his young companion.
But Le was too much depressed to answer, or to take any further interest in the events of the day.
They turned and drove back through the beautiful park to the front of the manor house, where the carriage drew up.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
TALE TOLD BY THE PORTRAITS
“If you will give me leave, maister, I’ll go roond and speak to Mistress Bolton, t’ hoosekeeper, and get her to coom and open t’ great door,” said Jonah Kirby, as he got down from his seat and struck into a flagged walk that led to the rear of the house.
“Le! Le! don’t look so down-hearted, dear boy! Remember, come what may, my daughter shall never be the wife of Angus Anglesea! Come, come, cheer up, lad!” said Abel Force, clapping his young companion on the back.