“Yes, sir.”
“She will come away with us. I may have to send you on to Overfield with her. You must find a horse for her somehow.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was silence between the two for a minute or two. Mr. Morris had answered with as much composure as if he had been told to brush a coat. Ralph began to wonder what he really felt.
“What do you think of all this, Morris?” he asked in a moment or two.
The servant was silent, till Ralph glanced at him impatiently.
“It is not for me to have an opinion, sir,” said Mr. Morris.
Ralph gave a very short laugh.
“You haven’t heard what I have,” he said, “or you would soon have an opinion.”
“Yes, sir,” said Morris as impassively as before.