“Certainly; I respect your scruples, and I like you all the better for your fidelity to your mistress. And now, listen. I want you to do something else for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know the ‘Drovers’ Rest?’”
“Is it that little shady inn on the road, just before you turn into our woods, sir?”
“The very same; it is the only inn within half a mile. I shall wait there until evening to hear how your mistress is. Do you think you can slip across there to bring me news of her this afternoon?”
“I’ll try, sir—yes, sir, I’ll come, sir,” said the boy, first hesitating, and then consenting.
“Thank you. Don’t forget to do so,” said Mr. Hammond, dropping a small gold coin into Leo’s hand, and then hurrying from the house.
CHAPTER XLI.
PROOFS.
Concealment is no more; facts speak
All circumstance that may compel