“My man!” said the stranger, “I can promise you your master will give you a good wigging when he hears that you have sent me away.” “A good – what, sir? “ Brown grew red with indignation; but all the same a chill little doubt stole over him. This personage, who was so very sure of his welcome, might after all turn out to be a person whom he had no right to send away. “I said a wigging, my good man. Perhaps you don’t understand that in England. We do in our place.”
