‘Is that Mr. Manston?’ said the man.
‘Yes.’
‘Somebody ha’ come to Carriford: and the rest of it may concern you, sir.’
‘Well, well.’
‘Did you expect Mrs. Manston to-night, sir?’
‘Yes, unfortunately she’s come, I know, and asleep long before this time, I suppose.’
The labourer leant his elbow upon the shaft of the gig and turned his face, pale and sweating from his late work at the fire, up to Manston’s.
‘Yes, she did come,’ he said.... ‘I beg pardon, sir, but I should be glad of—of—’
‘What?’
‘Glad of a trifle for bringen ye the news.’