But Harry Gregson was faithful to the memory of Mr.
Horner.

Miss Galindo has told me that she used to watch him hobble out of the way of Captain James, as if to accept his notice, however good- naturedly given, would have been a kind of treachery to his former benefactor.

But Gregson (the father) and the new agent rather took to each other; and one day, much to my surprise, I heard that the "poaching, tinkering vagabond," as the people used to call Gregson when I first had come to live at Hanbury, had been appointed gamekeeper; Mr.Gray standing godfather, as it were, to his trustworthiness, if he were trusted with anything; which I thought at the time was rather an experiment, only it answered, as many of Mr.Gray's deeds of daring did.

It was curious how he was growing to be a kind of autocrat in the village; and how unconscious he was of it.

He was as shy and awkward and nervous as ever in any affair that was not of some moral consequence to him.