“Well and hearty, sir, I thank you,” answered Simon.
“I want a word with you,” said sir Wilton.
“Shall I tell the coachman to drive round to the cottage, sir?”
“No; I'll get out and walk there with you.”
Simon opened the carriage-door, and the baronet got out.
“That grandson of yours—” he began, the moment they were in Simon's little parlour.
Simon started. “The old wretch knows!” he said to himself.
“—has been too much for me!” continued sir Wilton. “He got a cheque out of me whether I would or not!”
“And got the money for it, sir!” answered the smith. “He seemed to think the money better than the cheque!”
“I don't blame him, by Jove! There's decision in the fellow!—They say his father's a bookbinder in London!”