"Indeed," said the baronet; "pray who was my lord?"
"The Earl of Pendennyss, your honor. Oh, he is a sweet gentleman, and he asked all about my living with your honor, and about Madam Wilson."
"Did his lordship stay the night?" inquired Mrs. Wilson, excessively gratified at a discovery of the disposition manifested by the earl towards her.
"Yes, madam, he left here after breakfast."
"What message did you send the Dun Cow this time, Jackson?" cried John.
Jackson looked a little foolish, but the question being repeated, he answered--"Why, sir, I was a little crowded for room, and so your honor, so I just sent Tom across the street, to know if Mr. Daniels couldn't keep a couple of the grooms."
"And Tom got his head broke."
"No, Mr. John, the tankard missed him; but if--"
"Very well," said the baronet, willing to change the conversation, "you have been so fortunate of late, you can afford to be generous; and I advise you to cultivate harmony with your neighbor, or I may take my arms down, and you may lose your noble visiters--see my room prepared."
"Yes, your honor," said the host, and bowing respectfully he withdrew.