Well, John, exclaimed I, running up to him,--how is your Lord? how is Mr.Molesworth?--

Better, I thank God, Sir;--much better, I thank God! With that he turned hishorse, and was riding across the lawn.--

Zounds, Harold, where are you going?--where are you going?

Follow me, Sir;--follow me (setting up a brisk trot). If you kill me, Idare not deliver letter or message before we are at a distance from theAbbey.

I thought him mad, but kept on by the side of his horse 'till we came tothe gate of a meadow, where he dismounted.

Now, Sir,' said he, with a look that bespoke his consequence,--havepatience, whilst I tie up my mule.