"I know it; a capital plan. I do it myself, whenever I make any stay here."
"And you can eat a bit o' something hearty at tea then."
"To be sure; that's the good of it. I don't know what to do with myself. I'll take a walk round by Malory. Can I leave the Malory letters for you?"
"You're only joking, sir."
"I was not, upon my honour. I'd be glad to bolt your shutters, or to twig your steps—anything to do. I literally don't know what to do with myself."
"There's no family at Malory, you know, now, sir."
"Oh! I did not know. I knew the other family had gone. No letters to be delivered then?"
"Well, sir, there is—but you're only joking."
"What is it?"
"A letter to Mrs. Rebecca Mervyn—but I would not think of troubling a gentleman with it."