And then he had not been on peculiarly friendly terms with Septimus Jones, who had always been submissive to Augustus; and, now that Augustus was a rich man and could afford to buy horses, was likely to be more submissive than ever.
He went down to Tretton alone early in September, and when he reached the house he found that the two young men were out shooting.

He asked for his own room, but was instead immediately taken to the old squire, whom he found lying on a couch in a small dressing-room, while his sister, who had been reading to him, was by his side.

After the usual greetings Harry made some awkward apology as to his intrusion at the sick man's bedside.

"Why, I ordered them to bring you in here," said the squire; "you can't very well call that intrusion.

I have no idea of being shut up from the world before they nail me down in my coffin." "That will be a long time first, we all hope," said his sister.
"Bother! you hope it, but I don't know that any one else does;--I don't for one.