I've just
o'er mony things to tent to, to tent to my ain sell as a prudent mon
ought. It's airly an' late wi' me, Muster Greystock; and the lumbagy just
a' o'er a mon isn't the pleasantest freend in the warld." Frank said that
he was sorry to hear so bad an account of Mr. Gowran's health, and passed
on. It was not for him to refer to the little scene in which Mr. Gowran
had behaved so badly and had shaken his head. If the misbehaviour had been
condoned by Lady Eustace, the less that he said about it, the better. Then
he went on through the woods, and was well aware that Mr. Gowran's
fostering care had not been abated by his disapproval of his mistress. The
fences had been repaired since Frank was there, and stones had been laid
on the road or track over which was to be carried away the underwood which
it would be Lady Eustace's privilege to cut during the coming winter.
Frank was not alone for one moment with his cousin during that evening,
but in the presence of Miss Macnulty all the circumstances of the necklace
were discussed. "Of course it is my own," said Lady Eustace, standing up,
"my own to do just what I please with.
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