Jervoise's fine old mansion, he leapt off his horse, and threw the
reins over a post. A servant came out.
"The master wishes to speak to you, Master Carstairs."
"No ill news, I hope, Charlie?" Mr. Jervoise asked anxiously, as
the lad was shown into the room, where his host was standing beside
the carved chimney piece.
"No, sir, there is nothing new. My father thought that I had better
be away today, in case any trouble should arise out of what took
place yesterday, so I rode over to see Harry. I promised to do so,
one day this week."
"That is right. Does Sir Marmaduke think, then, that he will be
arrested?"
"I don't know that he expects it, sir, but he says that it is
possible."
"I do not see that they have anything to go upon, Charlie. As we
agreed last night, that spy never had any opportunity of
overhearing us before, and, certainly, he can have heard nothing
yesterday. The fellow can only say what many people know, or could
know, if they liked; that half a dozen of Sir Marmaduke's friends
rode over to take supper with him. They can make nothing out of
that."
"No, sir; and my father said that, at the worst, it could be but
the matter of a fine."
"Quite so, lad; but I don't even see how it could amount to that.
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