“She's got your eyes,” said his lordship, tapping the astonished Annie under the chin; “your nose too, I think.”
“That's my servant,” said the farmer, knitting his brows at him.
“Oh, indeed!” said his lordship, airily.
He turned round and regarded Jane, but, although she tried to meet him half-way by elevating her chin a little, his audacity failed him and the words died away on his tongue. A long silence followed, broken only by the ill-suppressed giggles of Annie, who had retired to the kitchen.
“I trust that we shall make your lordship comfortable,” said Miss Rose.
“I hope so, my good girl,” was the reply. “And now will you show me my room?”
Miss Rose led the way upstairs and threw open the door; Lord Fairmount, pausing on the threshold, gazed at it disparagingly.
“Is this the best room you have?” he inquired, stiffly.
“Oh, no,” said Miss Rose, smiling; “father's room is much better than this. Look here.”