attention.

"Over there," resumed Selina--she was gazing out in the direction
of the old highroad--"over there the coaches used to go by.
Uncle Thomas was telling me about it the other day. And the
people used to watch for 'em coming, to tell the time by, and
p'r'aps to get their parcels. And one morning--they wouldn't be
expecting anything different--one morning, first there would be a
cloud of dust, as usual, and then the coach would come racing
by, and THEN they would know! For the coach would be dressed
in laurel, all laurel from stem to stern! And the coachman would
be wearing laurel, and the guard would be wearing laurel; and
then they would know, then they would know!"

Harold listened in respectful silence. He would much rather have
been hunting the mole, who must have been a mile away by this
time if he had his wits about him. But he had all the natural
instincts of a gentleman; of whom it is one of the principal
marks, if not the complete definition, never to show signs of
being bored.

Selina rose to her feet, and paced the turf restlessly with a
short quarter-deck walk.

"Why can't we DO something?" she burst out presently.
"HE--he did everything--why can't we do anything for him?"

"WHO did everything?" inquired Harold, meekly. It was useless
wasting further longings on that mole. Like the dead, he
travelled fast.