"No stranger at all," interrupted Frank. "He tells me your governor is one of his oldest and most esteemed friends; and as for myself--but stay--hush!--hark! I hear the old gentleman's voice, and he's coming this way too, or I'm very much mistaken." CHAPTER V. The squire was one of those persons who generally give audible notice of their approach as soon as they enter their house, or pass through from one part of it to another; and our two heroes heard him, whilst in the act of ascending the stairs, bawling out to the ladies above that it was high time for them to be up and moving; and hammering away at the first door he came to, he called out--"Come, come, young ladies, wake up, wake up--chase away your balmy slumbers, and kick Morpheus out of bed without further ceremony. 'Come Miss Mary, [_"Her loved name!" exclaimed Vernon within._ All contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, And cockle shells And cockles all of a row.' "Nothing like early rising for planting the roses in your cheeks--and if that argument," said he to himself, "won't make a young woman bundle herself from under the bed-clothes, I don't know what will." And then he walked on to the room in which Frank had slept, and which was the adjoining one to Vernon's, he began to drum away upon the door there; calling out, at the same time--"Come, Frank--Mr Trevelyan--if you intend to have a view of the sea before breakfast, as you proposed last evening, it's high time you should be up and stirring." "I'm up and stirred already, sir," said Frank, popping his head out of the adjoining room door. "Yes; you're up to any thing, I see," said the squire, good-humouredly extending his hand to his guest, as he entered the room; "and how's my patient this morning?" he continued, advancing towards the bed. "Ah!" he said, having felt Vernon's pulse, "just as I hoped, and indeed fully expected--you couldn't possibly be doing better; a little--very little care for a day or two, is all you seem to require. I looked in before this morning to see how you were getting on, and found you snoring away so comfortably, that, judging all was as it should be, I wouldn't disturb you with my inquiries." "Snoring!" repeated Vernon, in alarmed surprise, looking exceedingly disconcerted, and doubting almost whether he had heard aright. "Ay, snoring," resumed the squire; "but never mind that, my hearty fellow--the best men snore sometimes, take my word for it; and, I dare say, it wasn't loud enough to disturb the young ladies. It was pretty loud, though, I must confess; but still I think it could hardly reach so far, particularly when your door was shut."