IX. “WAYS THAT ARE DARK, AND TRICKS THAT ARE VAIN”
XV. “WE TWO STOOD THERE WITH NEVER A THIRD”
XVII. “THE MAN WHOM THE QUEEN DELIGHTETH TO HONOUR”
XX. IN QUEST OF THE WHEREWITHAL
XXI. PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE
The carriage from Llandiarmid Castle had been waiting for a quarterof an hour at the little country station, and the horses werebeginning to toss their heads and paw the ground restlessly, to thegreat scandal of the coachman.
“This ’ere train of yours is late again, Mr Prodger,” he grumbled tothe station-master, who was combining business with pleasure byperusing a grimy copy of a Welsh newspaper at the same time that hekept an eye on the porter who was engaged in weeding the platformflower-beds. Mr Prodger took up the challenge promptly.
“I wass sooner believe you do be early nor the train late, Mr Wright,”he responded. “’Deed and I wass.”
“Me early!” was the wrathful answer; “when ’er ladyship come round tothe stables ’erself, and tell me to ’urry, because there wasn’t butbarely time to meet the train, the notice was that short! No, MrP