"But it doesn't seem to be, does it?"
"No my lady, unless you——"
"And how is the Major, pray?"
Sergeant Zebedee sighed and shook his head.
"Lord, my lady, he is that gloomy, he do sigh continual—mopes in his study when he should be out i' the sun and wanders abroad when he should be snug abed——"
"But he sat out here to-day——"
"Aye, for a wonder! 'Twas Mrs. Agatha and me as coaxed him out."
"He seems to be a very—uncomfortably—moody kind of man, Sergeant."
"Aye—but only of late, my lady."
"I wonder why?" The Sergeant glanced down into her bright eyes, looked at earth, looked at sky, and scratched his chin.