"I'm very much obliged to you, sir, I'm sure!"
"Wait a bit. That's only on condition you keep your mouth shut; there may be a bit more in it when you've kept it jolly well shut till the holidays."
"You're not going to get me into any trouble, sir?"
"Not if I can help it and you hold your tongue. We're only going round by Yardley Wood instead of to Molton, and I shan't keep you waiting there above half an hour. It's—it's only a bit of a lark!"
A sinful smile grew into the crab-apple face at the fly-window.
"I been a-watching you over them palings at bottom end o' ground all the morning, Mr. Rutter, but I didn't see it was you just now, not at first. Lord, how you did bool 'em down! I'll take an' chance it for you, sir, jiggered if I don't!"
The fly rolled to the left of Burston church, now buried belfry-deep in the fretful foliage of its noble avenue. It threaded the road in which Chips had encountered Evan on their first Sunday walk; there was the stile where Jan had waited in the background, against the hedge. Strange to think of Evan's attitude then and long afterwards, and of Jan's errand now; but lots of things were strange if you were fool enough to stop to think about them. That was not Jan's form of folly when once committed to a definite course of action; and any such tendency was extremely quickly quelled on this occasion. He had more than enough to think about in the interview now before him. It was almost his first opportunity of considering seriously what he was to say, how he had better begin, what line exactly it would be wisest to take, and what tone at the start. It was annoying not to be able to decide absolutely beforehand; it was
