"What, lad?"
"An idea."
It did not unfold itself, for there was a sudden violent hammering on the floor of the room above. Mr. Christopher Benham was using the heel of his shoe to attract attention.
"Hallo, the squire's awake."
"I'll go up and see what he wants. I say, Jeremy, not a word about this."
"Not a word. He'd curse me out of the country for egging you on to take risks."
"Besides, there's Rose. You remember Rose?"
Jeremy drew in his lips.
"Remember her, by gad! We always quarrelled, Rose and I. So he wants you to marry her?"
"I don't know. Rose can twist him round her finger. I don't want her meddling in my affairs."