"Does your mother know about this?"
"Of course not, nobody knew except Uz and," Buz added truthfully,
"Adèle."
"Leave me," said Mr Ffolliot feebly, "I've had about as much as I can bear this afternoon—Go."
"You do see, sir, that it makes a difference," pleaded the persistent
Buz.
"Go," thundered the exasperated Squire.
"All right, father, I'm going, but you do see, don't you?" said Buz from the door.
CHAPTER XXI
A RETROSPECT AND A RESULT
Mr Ffolliot was really a much-tried man. Those interviews with Grantly and Buz caused his nerves to vibrate most unpleasantly.
So unhinged was he that for quite half an hour after Buz's departure he kept looking nervously at the door, fully expectant that it would open to admit Uz, primed with some fresh reason why Eloquent Gallup should be asked to dinner; and that he would be followed by Ger and the Kitten bent on a similar errand.