“ That, or something else, it is true, cost me my sleep from twelve to four, my lord. But the tree is to come down tomorrow, so I shall not hear much more from it.”
“ I applaud your determination. It can hardly be wholesome to have the air you breathe strained, as it were, through all that leafage.”
“ Your lordship is right there, I think. But I had not my window open last night. It was rather the noise that went on—no doubt from the twigs sweeping the glass—that kept me open-eyed.”
“ I think that can hardly be, Sir Richard. Here—you see it from this point. None of these nearest branches even can touch your casement unless there were a gale, and there was none of that last night. They miss the panes by a foot.”
“ No, sir, true. What, then, will it be, I wonder, that scratched
