"My dear Mary," said Sir Timothy, "will you never learn to be punctual? No; I will take it as it is. Poor Ash has enough to do, as Georgina truly says."
Lady Mary sighed rather impatiently, and it occurred to John Crewys that Sir Timothy spoke to his wife exactly as he might have addressed a troublesome child. His tone was gentler than usual, but this John did not know.
"I should have liked to take a turn about the grounds with you," said Sir Timothy to his cousin, "if it had been possible; but I am afraid it is getting too dark now."
"Surely there will be time enough to-morrow morning for that, brother," said Lady Belstone.
Sir Timothy had walked to the oriel window, but he turned away as he answered her.
"I may be otherwise occupied to-morrow."
"But I hope the opportunity may arise before very long," said John, cheerfully. "I should like to explore these woods."
"You will have to come with me, then," said Lady Mary, smiling. "Timothy hates walking uphill, and I should love to show our beautiful views to a stranger."
"I do not like you to tire yourself, my dear," said Sir Timothy.
"A walk through Barracombe woods means simply a climb, Mary," said
Lady Belstone; "and you are not strong."