Constance bent her pretty face forward. "Do, Hamish, if you can!"

He suffered himself to be persuaded, stepped into the barouche, and
took his seat by Lady Augusta. As they drove away, Arthur thought the
greatest ornament the carriage contained had been added to it in
handsome Hamish.

A full hour Arthur worked on at his deeds and leases, and Roland Yorke
never returned. Mr. Galloway came in then. "Where's Yorke?" was his
first question.

Arthur replied that he did not know; he had "stepped out" somewhere.
Arthur Channing was not one to make mischief, or get another into
trouble. Mr. Galloway asked no further; he probably inferred that Yorke
had only just gone. He sat down at Jenkins's desk, and began to read
over a lease.

"Can I have the stamps, sir, for this deed?" Arthur presently asked.

"They are not ready. Have the letters gone to the post?"

"Not yet, sir."

"You can take them now, then. And, Arthur, suppose you step in, as you
return, and see how Jenkins is."

"Very well, sir." He went into Mr. Galloway's room, and brought forth
the three letters from the rack. "Is this one not to be sealed?" he
inquired of Mr. Galloway, indicating the one directed to Ventnor, for
it was Mr. Galloway's invariable custom to seal letters which contained