“Not yet, Mr. Dumbrell, but——”
“Then wot’s she know about your noight-cap, young man, eh—eh? Tell oi that!”
“I—I saw it this morning,” explained my lady, rather hastily—“this morning as he leaned out of his chamber window——”
“Then, young man, ’ow dare ’ee stick y’r noight-cap out o’ winder in a purty maid’s face? Shamed at ’ee, oi be!”
“But I drew it in again, Mr. Dumbrell!”
“No matter, young man, oi be shamed at ’ee! Wi’ y’r noight-cap an’ arl!”
“It shall not happen again, Mr. Dumbrell.”
“Oi be a ol’, ancient man, aye—a aged soul, oi be, an’ oi knaws wot oi knaws an’ oi knaws as us doan’t want ’ee, young man, wi’ your noight-cap, an’ arl!” Here the Aged One glared at the intruder with truculent eye, but Sir John was looking at my lady, of course.
“So I have found thee at last, my Rose!” said he softly.