Lackington bowed again as if gratified; and turned to their father.
“If you are leaving, Mr. Norris, would you allow me to walk with you a few steps? I have much I would like to ask you of my old master and mistress.”
The four passed out together; the two children in front; and as they went Lackington asked most eagerly after the household at the Hall, and especially after Mr. James, for whom he seemed to have a special affection.
“It is rumoured,” said Mr. Norris, “that he is going abroad.”
“Indeed, sir,” said the servant, with a look of great interest, “I had heard it too, sir; but did not know whether to believe it.”
Lackington also gave many messages of affection to others of the household, to Piers the bailiff, and a couple of the foresters: and finished by entreating Mr. Norris to use him as he would, telling him how anxious he was to be of service to his friends, and asking to be entrusted with any little errands or commissions in London that the country gentleman might wish performed.
“I shall count it, sir, a privilege,” said the servant, “and you shall find me prompt and discreet.”
One curious incident took place just as Lackington was taking his leave at the turning down into Wharf Street; a man hurrying eastwards almost ran against them, and seemed on the point of apologising, but his face changed suddenly, and he spat furiously on the ground, mumbling something, and hurried on. Lackington seemed to see nothing.
“Why did he do that?” interrupted Mr. Norris, astonished.
“I ask your pardon, sir?” said Lackington interrogatively.