“I don’t know how much power he has over me, but he mustn’t expect me to play second fiddle to his son. I am willing that Guy should enjoy as many privileges as I do, though the estate is mine; but he mustn’t interfere with my rights.”
“That’s right, Master Hector. Why don’t you speak to your uncle about it? I would, if I were you.”
“So I will, if it is necessary. I will speak to Guy first, and that may be sufficient. I don’t want to enter complaint against him if I can help it.”
“You didn’t see Master Guy ride out, did you?”
“‘No; I was reading. If I had seen him, I would have stopped him.”
“I am afraid it wouldn’t have done any good.”
“Do you mean that he would have taken the buggy in spite of me?” asked Hector, indignantly.
“I think he would have tried. To tell the truth, Master Hector, I refused to get the buggy ready for him, till he brought out a paper from his father commanding me to do it. Then, of course, I had no choice.”
Hector was staggered by this.
“Have you got the paper?” he asked.