"My very good clod," said he, "one of these fine, sunny days you shall be drubbed for this—soundly, yes, soundly!"
The Sergeant nodded:
"Sir," said he, "same will be welcome, for, though life in the country agrees wi' me on the whole better than expected, things is apt to grow over quiet now and then and any little bit o' roughsome as you can offer will be dooly welcome and do me a power o' good!"
"Be it so!" nodded Mr. Dalroyd and, smiling, he dropped from view.
Then the Sergeant, whistling softly, strode bedwards quite unaware of the shapeless, horned head that watched him as he went.
CHAPTER XVII
HOW MY LADY BETTY WROTE A LETTER
"DEAR MAJOR D'ARCY,
"Burning yet with a natural womanly indignation by reason of your shameless accusations, each and all as cruel, as unmanly, as unwarranted as unjust I——"