"This is a bad day for Wings, sir—and all of us, for that matter."
"I hope not, Adam."
"You be a-going away, they tell me, sir?"
"Yes, going away," I nodded.
"Wonder what'll become o' the mare, sir?"
"Ah, yes, I wonder," said I.
"Everything to be sold under the will, I think, sir?"
"Everything, Adam."
"Excuse me, sir," said he, knuckling his forehead, "you won't be wanting ever a groom, will you?"
"No, Adam," I answered, shaking my head, "I sha'n't be wanting a groom."