“Miss Kiligrew—come here, quick!”
The governess and Doris left the table and came to the window.
“That’s him,” said Lord Gawdor, pointing to a small figure trudging across the park.
“Who?” asked the governess.
“Patsy Rooney,” replied he.
“How dare you call me from my work to look at such nonsense!” cried Miss Kiligrew. “Have you no regard for the value of my time?”
“Patsy isn’t nonsense,” replied his lordship. “They say he can trap rabbits better than his father, and he keeps the ferrits and helps to clean the guns, and,” finished up Lord Gawdor, dropping off the window-seat and coming back wearily to the table, “I wish to goodness I was him!”
CHAPTER III
THE FORM IN THE WOOD
It had snowed slightly in the early morning, and enough snow lay on the ground to take the track of a hare.