“I would go anywhere with ye, sir.”

“And what about that little girl at Fittering?”

Salter blushed and stammered hopelessly.

“My dear fellow, since when have I been blind? Did you think I did not know?”

“Why, sir⁠—well, sir⁠—er⁠—yes, sir!”

“Of course I knew! Can you leave her to come with me?”

“I couldn’t leave ye to stay with her, sir.”

“Are you sure? I do not want you to come against your inclinations.”

“Women ain’t everything, sir.”

“Are they not? I think they are⁠ ⁠… a great deal,” said my lord wistfully.