orders from my uncle to shut us out from a portion of the grounds; but I
don't believe that, for Uncle Silas never alluded to it when I was making
my complaint of them to-day.'

'From what part of the grounds is that?' asked Doctor Bryerly, sharply.

I described the situation as well as I could.

'Can we see it from this?' he asked, peeping from the window.

'Oh, no.'

Doctor Bryerly made a note in his pocket-book here, and I said--

'But I am really quite sure it was a story of Dickon's, he is such a surly,
disobliging man.'

'And what sort is that old servant that came in and out of his room?'

'Oh, that is old L'Amour,' I answered, rather indirectly, and forgetting
that I was using Milly's nickname.

'And is _she_ civil?' he asked.

No, she certainly was not; a most disagreeable old woman, with a vein of
wickedness. I thought I had heard her swearing.

'They don't seem to be a very engaging lot,' said Doctor Bryerly;' but
where there's one, there will be more. See here, I was just reading a
passage,' and he opened the little volume at the place where his finger