We must see to it. I only should like, if possible, to have
notice of his coming, that we may be prepared."
"You need no preparation, sir, if he should come," replied Oswald.
"Very true," said Edward; "we have nothing to conceal, and if he finds
us in a pickle, it is of no consequence."
"Rather the better, sir," replied Oswald. "Let your sisters be at the
wash-tub, and you and your brother carting manure; he will then be
more likely to have no suspicion of your being otherwise than what you
assume to be."
"Have you heard any news from London, Oswald?"
"Not as yet. I was away yesterday evening, when Master Heatherstone
came back, and I have not seen his man this morning. While you eat
your dinner, I will go into the kitchen; and if he is not there,
Phoebe will be sure to tell me all that she has heard."
"Do not say that I am here, Oswald, as I do not wish to see the
intendant."
"Mum's the word, sir; but you must stay in the cottage, or others will
see you, and it may come to his ears."
Oswald's wife then put before him a large pie, and some wheaten bread,
with a biggin of good beer. Edward helped Pablo to a large allowance,
and then filled his own platter; while thus occupied, Oswald Partridge
had left the cottage, as agreed.
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