You can't expect Sir James to see people at this hour." "I know it's late; but the business is important--very important," said the Terror firmly.
Mawley hesitated.

His admiration of Mrs.Dangerfield made him desirous of obliging her children.

Then he said: "If you'll sit down a minute, I'll tell Sir James that you're here." "Thank you," said the Terror; and he and Erebus came into the great hall, sat down on a couch covered by a large bearskin, and gazed round them at the arms and armor with appreciative eyes.
Mawley found Sir James lighting a big cigar; and told him that Master and Miss Dangerfield wished to see him on business.
"Oh?
They're the two children who wrote and asked me for leave to fish.

But Hilton told me that they were the most mischievous little devils in the county, so I took no notice of their letter," said Sir James.
"Well, being your steward, Sir James, Mr.Hilton would be bound to tell you so.

But it's my belief that, having the name for it, a lot of mischief is put down to them which they never do.