"Yes, he is a friend—up to a certain point. Do not think me ungracious."
"Oh! no. I understand."
"Melville thinks a great deal of you, and is so proud that you have come here. I am glad you have come also, now I have seen you, though when I first heard you were coming I dreaded it; and so did mother. But I must not stop to talk any more now, except to ask you to make mother feel as you have made me feel, that you are not so very grand, after all."
The squire was seen at the door of the Crown as Joyce and Mr. Arundel turned into Saddler Street, and Joyce ran quickly towards him. Her father waved his hand impatiently.
S. Cuthbert's, Wells.
"Come, Joyce; come, make haste!"
In another moment she had mounted to her seat by his side, and they were off at a quick trot. The good old horse knew that her head was turned homewards and went cheerily down the High Street, past the noble church of St. Cuthbert, where there was no traffic to impede its progress.
The squire was silent until they were fairly out of the town, when he said:
"So your grand brother can't ride in his father's carriage! He and his fine friend may pay for the chaise; I shall not."