A thought now suddenly struck him that he might as well let the servant know, in case of the sudden appearance of Gray, when Learmont might be from home, that he, Albert Seyton, was to be informed of the fact, and he said,—
“Do you know a man named Gray?”
“Gray, sir?”
“Yes, a mendicant.”
The servant looked hard at Seyton, and muttered to himself,—
“That’s a feeler to see if I gossips about the squire’s affairs.”
“A thin, pale man,” added Albert, who thought the servant was endeavouring to recollect.
“No I never saw him, sir—never saw nobody, sir—never mean to see.”
“What do you mean?”
“We never sees nobody in this house, sir. We never talks about master’s affairs, we don’t.”