"On the contrary, madam," replied Will, "not the two proverbial inducements of love and money could procure it even for you—so you see how impossible it then is. Not only do some of the essential flavouring herbs grow in Swafton alone, but there is a secret in the cooking which has been a 'Dragon' heirloom for generations."
"Why was this not" began Sir Henry.
"It is a perverse and vexatious dish, taking the entire attention of one," suggested Will.
"Nevertheless, sir," cried the baronet, "it is infamous that I"
"But if you would permit me to make a suggestion," continued Will, "I would venture to offer a solution. I have already trespassed upon your retirement: if you, sir, and your lady"—more elaborate ceremony—"would do me the honour of joining me and satisfying your natural curiosity I should be gratified beyond measure, and assured that I am not thrusting my company upon you. The Swafton pies, take my word, sir, are all royal in dimensions and this one will now be well upon its way."
Sir Henry hemmed once or twice and looked up; his wife smiled very faintly and looked down.
"Really, sir." said the gentleman. "If you are quite sure, sir," murmured the lady.
Will did not wait for further encouragement; with the butt of his whip he struck the table soundly.
"Tell your mistress," he said when Mary appeared, "to remove from the oven everything that might possibly impair the flavour of the pie; also tell her that this lady and gentleman dine with me. The occasion demands the most scrupulous care," he added beamingly, turning to his guests.
It was several hours later when Will lifted himself into the saddle again after taking a half-mournful farewell of the lady and receiving a cordial one at the hands
