"That we did not. We went the pace and no mistake."
"You have been a long time with Lord B——?"
"Going on now for twenty years; and although his lordship has been a good master to me, I don't think if his life were published it would be suitable for family reading."
"Gay, eh?"
"Downright fact, sir. The pranks we played in London and Paris would shock a quiet gentleman like yourself. The farmers down here used to send their daughters out of the way when they heard of our coming."
"Lord B—— must now find time hang heavily on his hands. How does he amuse himself?"
"When he is able, he walks a great deal. If the day is at all fine, he generally goes as far as Oakshot Farm."
"An old flame?"
"People said so," he replied, with a laugh.
Next morning found me at Oakshot Farm, and I was made welcome by a bold-faced, handsome woman, about thirty. I was tired after my long walk, at least I said so, and asked the favour of a glass of milk. The woman hastened to get the milk, and we were soon in the full swing of a big conversation.