"Can you tell me the way to Sir Stephen Orme's place?" he asked in a
rough, harsh voice.
Ida was about to slip down, but she reflected that the mischief, if
there were any, was done now; and to Stafford's admiration, she sat
quite still under the gaze of the man's keen, sarcastic eyes.
"Yes; keep straight on and round by The Woodman: you will see the house
by that time," said Stafford.
"Thanks! Drive on, coachman," said the man; and he drew in his head
with a grim smile, and something like a sneer on his thick lips that
made Stafford's eyes flash.
CHAPTER VIII.
Stafford and Ida remained, unconscious of the rain, looking after the
carriage for a moment or two.
The sneer on the man's heavy yet acutely sharp face, still incensed
Stafford. He had the usual desire of the strong man--to dash after the
rapidly disappearing vehicle, lug the fellow out and ask him what he
was sneering at.
Ida was the first to speak.
"What a strange-looking man," she said.
Stafford started slightly, awaking to the fact that it was still
pouring.
"I--I beg your pardon. I'm keeping you out in the rain.
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