"Yes-- no, hold a moment--" Here's a boy: a quick word, and the lad is off to bring a horse. And they and that lordly company have drifted close enough together now to catch the conversation: "O, that we now had here but one ten thousand of those men in England that do no work today!"

Harry glances over to Harry, rolls his eyes, and steps over to them. "What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland?"