“No, I must say I think I was quite born to be a vagabond,” she said seriously.
The story of the faulty wheel was accepted by the landlord of the Green Man without question. If he thought it strange that the travellers should have left the main highway to brave the perils of rough country lanes, his mild surprise was soon dissipated by the announcement that they were on their way to Queen Charlton, and had attempted to find a shorter road. He said that they would have done better to have followed the Bristol road to Cold Ashton, but that perhaps they were strangers in these parts?
“Precisely,” said Sir Richard. “But we are going to visit friends at Queen Charlton, and we wish to hire some sort of a vehicle to carry us there.”
The smile faded from the landlord’s face when he heard this, and he shook his head. There were no vehicles for hire at Colerne. There was, in fact, only one suitable carriage, and that his own gig. “Which I’d be pleased to let out to your honour if I had but a man to send with it. But the lads is all out haymaking, and I can’t go myself. Maybe the blacksmith could see what’s to be done to patch up your chaise, sir?”
“Quite useless!” said Sir Richard truthfully. “The wheel is past repairing. Moreover, I instructed my postilion to ride back to Wroxhall. What will you take for lending your gig to me without a man to go with it?”
“Well, sir, it ain’t that so much, but how will I get it back?”
“Oh, one of Sir Jasper’s grooms will drive it back!” said Pen. “You need have no fear on that score!”
“Would that be Sir Jasper Luttrell, sir?”
“Yes, indeed, we are going on a visit to him.”
The landlord was plainly shaken. Sir Jasper was apparently well-known to him; on the other hand Sir Richard was not. He cast him a doubtful, sidelong look, and slowly shook his head.