“Well, in a manner, Ballengeich is connected with the court. He supplies the castle with the products of his farm.”
The man shook his head.
“That will not do,” he said, “my orders are strict. I dare not admit him.”
“Is not my money as good as another’s?” asked Ballengeich, speaking for the first time.
“No offence is meant to you, sir, as your friend Sir Lyndsay knows, but I have my orders and dare not exceed them.”
“Do you refuse me admittance then?”
“I am compelled to do so, sir, greatly to my regret.”
“Is not my surety sufficient?” asked Sir David.
“I am deeply grieved to refuse you, sir, but I cannot disobey my strict instructions.”