“Him!” she cried, and immediately began to walk faster than before. “But,” she questioned suddenly, stopping to view him up and down, “but—your grand clothes?”
“His, Rose! Sir John’s—borrowed for the occasion!”
“Oh!” she exclaimed, and walked on again.
“As for my name, you’ll find I shall answer readily to John Derwent.”
“John?” she repeated. “’Tis the same as your master’s!”
“You may call me ‘Jack,’” he suggested.
“Being Sir John Dering’s servant, you will know all about him and his evil ways?”
“None better, child.”
“Is he so wicked as they tell?”
“Faith, child, no man could be; ’twere beyond all finite achievement, and Sir John is only human!”