Then at the gate he dismounted, seeing Wilson in the drive, and gave his horse to the old bailiff.

There came a quick step along the gravel, and the old bailiff, cap in hand, asked for the master.

The old bailiff looked at him a moment without speaking and then said, "That is the Red Camp, sir."

In the evening the old bailiff of the town invited me and gave me a splendid meal, and did me great honour.