“No, thank you, sir; I am neither to be bought, sold nor humbugged, and I’ll wish you good-day;” and the man took up his hat and departed angrily.
Whilst Warner was walking away down a bye lane, he met a good-natured looking young person, whose face seemed familiar to him.
“What, Lucy!” he exclaimed; “is that you, miss? How pleased I am to see you.”
“Yes, Lucy is my name, it’s true; but surely I have seen you at the Crystal Palace?”
“Certainly you have—at Mr Goodall’s workroom, when I was chatting with Tom Trigger after Miss Chain had been frightened by that spy who is not so very far off, unless I’m much mistaken, Miss Lucy.”
“Oh, do come into the gamekeeper’s cottage with me; I am going to see Bennet.”
“Ay, come in and welcome,” said the gamekeeper, who was standing at his garden gate. “Did I hear you say that you know Tom Trigger?”
“Yes, I know Tom, and like him very much.”
“So do I,” replied the gamekeeper, “and I found him a good shot, too, when he came down with Lucy.”
“Nothing amiss with Tom?” asked Lucy, earnestly.