"Far from it," answered Sir Everard; "I am more puzzled than ever; for I can't conceive what you could have found in that little shop, that would be all embroidered with gold."
Humphrey was in great glee. "You haven't the slightest idea, I suppose, father what it is?"
"Not the remotest."
"So I know something you don't. You often tell me you know so many things I know nothing about. Now it is just the other way, isn't it?"
"Just the other way," answered the baronet, and Humphrey rode on in a state of great elation.
"It's a dreadful thing to have a secret," he observed presently, after having once or twice begun to speak, and stopped short.
"Why?" inquired his father, smiling.
"Oh! so dreadfully difficult to keep," he answered. "Two or three times I've been beginning to talk about it, and forgetting you weren't to know."
"Let's talk of something else then."
Another pause, and then Humphrey said: "Do you know, father, I think you had better take me home?"