3/20 Lord, how your folks stare! Have they never seen a lord before ?' 'Who is it ?' the landlord asked eagerly. 'I thought I knew his Grace's face.' Before the servant could answer or satisfy his inquisitiveness, the door of the carriage was opened in haste, and the landlord sprang to offer his shoulder. A tall young man whose shaped riding-coat failed to hide that which his jewelled hands and small French hat would alone have betrayed--that he was dressed in the height of fashion--stepped down. A room and a bottle of your best claret,' he said. |