"What concerns your lordship?"
he asked contemptuously. "Do you imagine that I shall forget my
station?"
"Or your position as guest?"
"Or my 'position as guest?' No, indeed," sneered his listener. "What has
come over you, Bulchester?" he added. "For how long are you engaged for
this role of dictator? I shall leave until it is over, you do it so
badly." And he turned on his heel, grinding the pebbles under it hard as
he did so.
"Nonsense, stay where you are, I beg," cried Bulchester with an
assumption of indifference in his manner, and a tone of humility so
incongruous that Edmonson glancing over his shoulder smiled in scorn,
and having remained in that position a moment, came back to his little
squire, and said impressively:
"Bulchester, we are beginning to burn; something will turn up here. I
can't tell you why, but I feel it."
"You mean that you have a clue? That the name amounts to anything?"
cried the other excitedly. "That you have found--?"
"Hush!" interrupted Edmonson. "Lady Dacre! Yes, I have found the air
here delightful. My tedious headache is wearing away already.
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