“Ah!” The Squire chuckled a little.
Fishpingle added incisively:
“I should have told you long ago, and gone away.”
“Gone away? Is the man daft? Told me—what?”
“Things you have never guessed. Will you sit down at your desk, Sir Geoffrey?”
The Squire stared at him, amused rather than angry.
“Upon my word,” he said, “this is beginning to look like a case for a doctor. You ask me to sit down in my own room. Very well!”
He moved to a chair which faced the desk, and sat down.
“Pardon me, Sir Geoffrey, I asked you to sit at your desk.”
“Um! You are evidently not quite in your right mind, Ben. However——”