“This day week.”
“This day week!” echoed the Squire, surprised: and Hyde, who seemed to have spoken incautiously, looked vexed.
“I did not intend to say as much; my thoughts were elsewhere,” he observed. “Don’t mention it again, Mr. Todhetley. Even old Deborah has not been told.”
“I’ll take care, lad. But it is known all over the place that the wedding is close at hand.”
“Yes: but not the day.”
“When do you go away for it?”
“On Saturday.”
“Well, good luck to you, lad! By the way, Hyde,” continued the Squire, “what did they do about that drain in the yard? Put a new pipe?”
“Yes,” said Hyde, “and they have made a very good job of it. Will you come and see it?”