CHAPTER XXIX.
JEANNIE DEANS.
It wanted some time of four o'clock yet, when Miss Kennedy came quietly into Mr. Falkirk's study and sat down by the window.
'Are you at leisure, sir?' she said, intertwining her fingers in a careless sort of way among the vines that hung there.
'My dear, I have been at leisure so long that I wish I could say I was busy. But I am not busy. What is it, Miss Hazel?'
'Only a few business questions, sir,' she said, attending to the vines. 'Will you let me ride with Major Seaton on Thursday?'
'Would you like to go with him?'
'I always like to ride, sir.'
'You have not a horse yet, my dear; that is a difficulty. I do not know this Major Seaton's horses—nor himself.'
'Quite reliable, sir—according to him. Will you let me ride with Mr. Rollo this afternoon?'