“You found your way here safely,” commented the Earl, passing a hand down Cloud’s neck.
“All right and tight, me lord. Racked up for the night at Grantham, according to orders.”
“No trouble here?”
“Not to say trouble, me lord, barring a bit of an escara-muza with the Honourable Martin’s man, him not seeming to understand his position, and passing a remark about redcoats, which I daresay he done by way of ignorance. Redcoats! The Saucy Seventh! But no bones broken, me lord, and I will say he didn’t display so bad.”
“Chard, I will have no fighting here!”
“ Fighting, me lord?” said his henchman, shocked. “Lor’, no. Nothing but a bit of cross-and-jostle work, with a muzzier to finish it! Everything very nice and abrigado now, me lord. You’re looking at that bay: a rum ‘un to look at, but I daresay he’s the devil to go. One of his Honourable Martin’s, and by what they tell me he’s a regular dash: quite the out-and-outer! Would he be a relation of your lordship’s?”
“My half-brother — and see that you are civil to him!”
“Civil as a nun’s hen, me lord!” Chard responded promptly. “They do think a lot of him here, seemingly.” He applied himself to one of the gray’s fore-legs. “Call him the young master.” He shot a look up at the Earl. “Very natural, I’m sure — the way things have been.” Before the Earl could speak, he continued cheerfully: “Now, that well-mixed roan, in the third stall, me lord, he belongs to Mr. Theo, which I understand is another of your lordship’s family. A niceish hack, ain’t he? And a very nice gentleman, too, according to what I hear. Yes, me lord, on the whole, and naming no exceptions, I think we can say that the natives are bien dispuesto! ”
The Earl thought it prudent to return an indifferent answer. It was apparent to him that his groom was already, after only a few hours spent at Stanyon, fully conversant with the state of affairs there. He reflected that Martin’s feelings must be bitter indeed to have communicated themselves to the servants; and it was in a mood of slight pensiveness that he strolled back to the Castle.
Here he was met by Miss Morville, who said, rather surprisingly, that she had been trying to find him.