“There, that will do. I don’t want to hear any more.”
“No, sir, certainly not,” said Thompson; “but master didn’t go to the church with Miss Emlin, sir, and from what I heered he went abroad next night, sir.”
“Alone?”
“No, sir,” said Thompson, smiling.
“Poor Glynne!” muttered the major as he turned away. “The man is a disgrace to the service. An utter scoundrel. Gone abroad. No, he would not go alone.”
Thompson, left in the wood, took out and looked at the sovereign, and concluded that he would not go to the Hall again.