Mr.
Roundjacket interposed with his ruler, managing that instrument pretty much as a marshal does his baton.
"No," he said, "that is impossible, young man.

But you need give yourself no uneasiness--Mr.Rushton is only a little out of sorts.

You will find him quite well to-morrow.

Return home now.

There is your rifle." These words were uttered with so much decision, that Verty made no further objection.
"Well," he said, with his thoughtful smile, "I'm very sorry Mr.
Rushton is sick, but I'm glad I can go and hunt some for _ma mere_.
Must I go now, sir ?" "Yes, and come early to-morrow, there's some work; and besides, your measure for the clothes must be taken." Verty nodded indifferently, and taking up his rifle, went out, followed by Longears..