“I suppose I was,” said the young man, smiling. “But I beg pardon; you have company, granny.”
“Oh, that’s only Mr Mervyn, my dear, and he’s going; and those are only the two girls from Tolcarne. I let them come and see me sometimes, but they’re going now.”
“Mr Mervyn,” said the young man, holding out his hand, which was taken in a strong grip, “I am glad to meet so near a neighbour; perhaps you will introduce me to the ladies?”
“That I will,” said Mr Mervyn, heartily. “Mr Trevor!”
“It’s Squire Trevor now, Mr Mervyn,” said the old lady, with some show of impatience.
“I beg pardon,” said Mr Mervyn, smiling. “Squire Trevor, your very near neighbours, Miss Rea, Miss Finetta Rea, of Tolcarne.”
“Ladies whom I have had the pleasure of meeting before,” said Trevor, with a smile.
And then, in a confusion of bows, the two girls made their retreat, followed by Mr Mervyn.
“Oh, Fin, how strange!” exclaimed Tiny; “it’s the gentleman who struck that man at the race.”
“Yes,” exclaimed Fin; “and that horrid little creature’s sure to be close behind.”