"We must look devilish serious—no grinning till the proper time," said Yahoo.
"Hallo—you sir!" commenced Titmouse, "who are you?" Dr. Tatham took off his hat, bowed, and was passing on.
"Devilish cool, upon—my—soul—sir?" said Titmouse, stopping, and staring impudently at the worthy little doctor, who seemed taken quite by surprise.
"My worthy old gentleman," said Yahoo, with mock respect, "are you aware who it was that asked you a question?"
"I am not, sir," replied Dr. Tatham, quietly but resolutely.
"My name is Tittlebat Titmouse, at your service—and you are now in my grounds," said Titmouse, approaching him with an impudent air.
"Am I really addressed by Mr. Titmouse?" inquired Dr. Tatham, somewhat incredulously.
"Why, 'pon my life, I think so, unless I'm changed lately; and by Jove, sir—now, who are you?"
"I am Dr. Tatham, sir, the vicar of Yatton: I had intended calling at the Hall, as a matter of courtesy; but I fear I am intruding"——