CHAPTER XII

CONCERNETH ITSELF CHIEFLY WITH CLOTHES AND--A BONNET Thus heavily laden, Sir Marmaduke trudged out of sleepy Petworth and, turning aside from the high-road down a grassy track, made for that strip of woodland where Eve had appointed to meet. The sun felt hotter than ever, the parcels unwieldy, and Sir Marmaduke, unused to any burden more cumbersome than a walking cane, made an awkward business of his porterage; nevertheless, and despite heat and rough going, he tramped devotedly on. But his progress was slow, for …