"I suppose you have not been in the paddock before?" said Rose patronizingly.
"No; I've been over yonder most times," and he waved toward the crowd on the moor.
"Follow me and I will conduct you."
Brack laughed.
"You're a rum cove, you are. What do you do when you're at home?"
"I am Mr. Woodridge's general manager," said Rose loftily.
"You don't say so! Now I should have thought you'd been the head footman, or something of that kind," said Brack.
"You are no judge of men," said Rose.
"I'd never mistake you for one," growled Brack.
When they were in the paddock Rose was anxious to get rid of him, but he had his orders, and must wait until Mr. Woodridge saw them.