The servant who waited upon her told her that his master had breakfasted nearly two hours ago; that he and Master Murray were out, but would be in before long.
Nancy had scarcely finished her meal before they appeared.
The boy ran up to her, flung his arms round her neck and kissed her.
“Have you slept well?” he asked. “I hope you are not tired; there is so much for you to see, and it is so interesting. Are you not very curious to see everything?”
“Enough, Murray,” said his uncle; “you shall take Aunt Nancy round the place this afternoon, but just at present she is my property. Run off to your lessons, my lad; I saw your tutor coming up the avenue just now.”
“Bother lessons!” said the boy.
“Are you not fond of study?” asked Nancy.
“No, I hate it; I can’t think what use tiresome books are to anyone.”
“Make yourself scarce, chatterbox,” said his uncle again.
The boy laughed and ran off.