“And—”
“And? Bah! he’s a miserable sneak. I haven’t patience with him. Here, Tryphie, don’t go.”
The little maiden made no answer, but sailed out of the room, just as Lord Barmouth came in.
“Ah, Tom, my boy, any news?”
“Yes, governor—the world’s coming to an end.”
“Dear me! Is it, my boy? I was in hopes that it would have lasted my time. But perhaps it’s for the best. Will it stop poor Maudey’s marriage?”
“I hope so, gov’nor. Here, come along with me.”
“Certainly, my boy, certainly; but, by the way, I’m very hungry. Can we get something to eat?”
The old man looked very haggard, for his internal wolf was gnawing.
“Come and see, gov’nor.”