“Ah! what mean you by that?”
“I gin it to her.”
“Gin it to her? What, and to whom?”
“The packidge—to the young lady.”
“What, you don’t say that you have seen—”
“Mistress Marion? Sartintly I do, Master capten. Seed her; gied her the packidge; an’ sayed, what you told me to say.”
“When? Where?”
“For the first—it han’t been gone a half-hour since the words passed out o’ my mouth; and as to the where, that war ’bout a mile from heear—on the wood road as runs from the Park to Stone Dean.”
“She there at this hour? You must be mistaken, my man?”
“No mistake about it, Master capten; I seed her, and spoke to her, as you bid me. I’ve seed her a many a time along that road. It be a favourite ride wi’ her; but she bean’t a horseback this mornin’. She be afut.”