He liked him the better for it, and was a man apt to remember his likings.

"If you won't come in, Good-bye," and he gave Johnny his hand.
"Good-evening, my lord," said Johnny.
"And remember this; it is the deuce of a thing to have rheumatism in your loins.

I wouldn't go to sleep under a tree, if I were you,--not in October.

But you're always welcome to go anywhere about the place." "Thank you, my lord." "And if you should take to shooting,--but I dare say you won't; and if you come to trouble, and want advice, or that sort of thing, write to me.

I knew your father well." And so they parted, Eames returning on his road towards Guestwick.
For some reason, which he could not define, he felt better after his interview with the earl.