“Down be the woods to the right, sir,” said Patsy, as he trotted beside him. “If you sit be the hedge still as a stone, they’ll be poppin’ out all around you and playin’ in the grass.”
But Mr Fanshawe did not care for the prospect of sitting still as a stone under a hedge and potting unsuspecting rabbits playing in the grass.
“There’s a bit of water, down beyond these woods to the right,” said he.
“There is, sir.”
“I’ll go that way—may have a chance of a duck. See here, Patsy!”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’m in a bit of a fix, Patsy, and you may be able to help.”
“And what’s the fix, sir?” asked Patsy.
“You know the young lady you gave the note to this morning—by the way, how did you give it?”
“I tried to shove it undher her door, sir.”