George walked in, and almost ran into the earl’s arms. Lord Fairfax was overjoyed to see him, and, although he did not say much, his pleasure shone in his eyes. George’s room was ready for him; there was a fine young half-thoroughbred in the stables that was waiting for George’s saddle and bridle to be put on him; Lance had some bears’ paws for his supper whenever he should arrive; there were some books on surveying imported from England for him. Had he been Lord Fairfax’s son and heir he could not have been received with greater consideration. The earl could not do enough for him. It was: