"I order it! I insist; the blue coat or nought!"
"Very well, sir." Resignedly Jim walked to the cupboard.
When at length his lordship was dressed to his entire satisfaction it was midway through the hot June afternoon, and Miss Betty was tapping at the door, wishing to know whether Mr. Carr was coming down, or whether he was not.
Carstares shifted his sling, and taking up his hat, moved just a little shakily to the door.
Salter opened it, and cast a triumphant glance at Miss Betty, as though he were showing off all my lord's graces. He proffered an arm.
"Shall I help ye, sir?"
Miss Betty curtsied low.
"La, Mr. Carr!"
John bowed profoundly.
"Give ye good den, madam," he said. "I am just about to descend. Thank you, Jim." He leaned heavily on the man's arm.