liked her spite o' the fact that she was a bit over-rulin'."
Mr. Harry knit his brows and stared ahead without speaking, and Peter glanced at him uneasily and hesitated.
"There's another thing I'd like to tell ye, sir, though I'm not sure how ye 'll take it."
"Don't hesitate on my account," murmured Mr. Harry, ironically. "Say anything you please, Peter."
"Well, sir, I guess ye may have forgotten, but I was the groom ye took with ye that time before ye was married when ye an' Miss Ethel went to see the old wreck."
Mr. Harry looked at Peter with a quick, haughty stare; but Peter was examining the end of his whip and did not see.
"An' ye left me an' the cart, sir, under the bank, if ye 'll remember, an' ye did n't walk far enough away, an' ye spoke pretty loud, and I could n't help hearin' ye."
"Damn your impertinence!" said Mr. Harry.
