In the stableyard he met Moriarty.
"If you plaze, sorr," said Moriarty, "I've just heard from Doolan that Mr. Giveen has taken the young lady out in the boat."
The contempt which Moriarty had for Mr. Giveen and the dislike were fully expressed in the tone of his words.
"D'you mean to say that idiotic fool has taken Miss Grimshaw out in the dinghy?" cried Michael French, letting himself down from the saddle.
"Yes, sorr."
"To blazes with Doolan! What the—what the—what the—did he mean not telling me!"
"I don't know, sorr. Here he is himself. Micky, come here! The master wants to speak wid you."
Mr. Doolan, who was passing across the yard with a tin basin of fowls' food—it had a wooden handle, and he was holding it by the handle—approached, deaf to what Moriarty said, but answering his gesture.
"What did you mean by letting Mr. Giveen take the young lady out in the dinghy without telling me, you old fool?" asked his master.