almost out of my memory, when I went downstairs to the breakfast-room, and informed Miss Halcombe that I was ready to walk with her to the farm.
“Has Mr. Fairlie given you a satisfactory answer?” she asked as we left the house.
“He has allowed me to go, Miss Halcombe.”
She looked up at me quickly, and then, for the first time since I had known her, took my arm of her own accord. No words could have expressed so delicately that she understood how the permission to leave my employment had been
at your service.”
“I want to say a word to you in private, Mr. Hartright. Get your hat and come out into the garden. We are not likely to be disturbed there at this hour in the morning.”
As we stepped out on to the lawn, one of the under-gardeners—a mere lad—passed us on his way to the house, with