“Sack, sir—sack!”
“That’ll do.”
“Yes, sir—I knew it would come some day,” said the butler to himself. “Sticking up a notorious poacher on a level with respectable servants, and putting his daughter over ’em, making my lady of her. But pride always did have a fall.”
“Humph!” muttered Rolph, with a laugh, “the old girl strikes first blow without knowing what was coming. All right. Now for it. Just as well, perhaps. But he was a good keeper.”
He went out into the hall just in time to meet Marjorie, who was tripping blithely down the stairs, singing the while.
“What a lovely day it is, Rob,” she said.
“Is it?” he said grimly.
“Isn’t it, dear? Why, what’s the matter? Are you going in to see auntie on business?”
“Yes, on that business. Did you and my mother hatch up that dodge between you?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Rob.”