“Did you folly her?”
“No,” said Tom, sadly; “I never folly her now. But what’s it mean—isn’t she at home?”
“No,” said Joe, sharply. “She’s not been at home all night. Wheer can she be?”
“Better ask Master Dick Glaire,” said Tom, uttering a groan. “He can tell ye.”
“Howd thee tongue, thee silly fool,” cried Joe, angrily. “How should he know owt about where she is? Here, come along. I’ll soon show thee thou’rt wrong.”
He led the way to the Big House, where one of the maids was just opening the shutters; and, on being beckoned to, she came to the door.
“Where’s Master Richard?” said Joe.
“Fast asleep in bed,” said the girl.
“Art sure?” said Joe.
“Yes, certain,” said the girl.