I suppose you were in the army ?" Of course Pottinger was flattered, and answered in the negative very reluctantly.
"Not but what Mr.Stafford, miss, isn't as particular as any army gent could be.

I should be sorry to turn out a badly groomed 'oss for Mr.
Stafford's eyes to rest on, miss.

He's as kind-hearted a master as a man could desire to have, but that's about the one thing Mr.Stafford wouldn't stand, miss." "I suppose not," she said.

"Are you going to ride into Bryndermere this morning, Pottinger?
If so, I should be glad if you would take these notes to the linen draper's and the chemist's, and bring me back the things I have written for." "Certainly, miss," said Pottinger; then he remembered Stafford's order, and looked anything but certain.

"Would it do late in the morning, miss?
I have to go somewhere first." "Oh, yes," she replied, "where shall I put the letters--in this wallet ?" Pottinger answered in the affirmative and thanked her, and she unfastened the wallet, talking to him as she did so.