'Yes, sir,' replied Mary Ann.
All this was said in such a tone as could not fail to be heard all over the house; certainly into Mr. Sponge's room, which was midway between the speakers.
What prevented Mr. Sponge wheezing away, will appear in the next chapter.
CHAPTER L
SIR HARRY SCATTERCASH'S HOUNDS
he reason Mr. Sponge did not take his departure, after the pretty intelligible hint given by his host, was that, as he was passing his shilling army razor over his soapy chin, he saw a stockingless lad, in a purply coat and faded hunting-cap, making his way up to the house, at a pace that betokened more than ordinary vagrancy. It was the kennel, stable, and servants' hall courier of Nonsuch House, come to say that Sir Harry hunted that day.
Presently Mr. Leather knocked at Mr. Sponge's bedroom door, and, being invited in, announced the fact.