“Then Judy hasn’t heard about Glynne yet. Confound it all! what a tangle I’m getting in.”
He took out and lit a cigar. Then smoking rapidly, he felt better.
“All right,” he muttered; “the old woman sets that square, and the sooner they’re off the estate the better for everybody. But there’s no mistake about it, Judy is deuced nice after all.”
“Day, sir,” said a sharp voice, and Rolph started round to find himself face to face with Hayle.
“Ah, Ben!—you!”
“Yes, sir, me it is,” said the keeper, sternly. “Down, dogs!”
This to the animals which began to play about the captain.
“Oh, let ’em be,” said Rolph, patting one of the setters on the head.
“Never mind the dogs, sir. I’ve got something more serious to think about. I suppose you know as the missus has sacked me, and we’re off?”
“Yes, Ben, I know; but it was no doing of mine.”