I was very proud of him.
In a few days everything had settled down to its wonted quiet again beneath the baronial roof. Evenings I passed giving accounts of the many wonderful things I had seen while abroad.
To these sittings, a few of the older and more confidential household servants were admitted.
My good mother arranged them in a semi-circle behind the chairs of the elder baron and his guests. I, with Bulger by my side, occupied a dais, either seated by the side of a table holding my curiosities or standing in front of my auditors in an easy position, while I held them spell-bound by my narration.
There was one thing that worried me, and it was this: How will the elder baron receive the announcement of my intention to leave home again, ere many moons?
To my great surprise and delight he didn’t even wait for me to make known my intentions.
While seated in my library, one day, poring over a very rare book of travels which I had just purchased, a gentle tap at the door caused Bulger to raise his head and give a low growl.
“Come in!” said I.
It was the elder baron.
“I disturb you!” he began.