"That's the housekeeper's grandson, Mr. Rouncewell by name," said, he, "and he is in love with a pretty girl up at the house. Lady Dedlock has taken a fancy to the pretty girl and is going to keep her about her own fair person--an honour which my young friend himself does not at all appreciate. However, he can't marry just yet, even if his Rosebud were willing; so he is fain to make the best of it. In the meanwhile, he comes here pretty often for a day or two at a time to--fish. Ha ha ha ha!"
"Are he and the pretty girl engaged, Mr. Boythorn?" asked Ada.
"Why, my dear Miss Clare," he returned, "I think they may perhaps understand each other; but you will see them soon, I dare say, and I must learn from you on such a point--not you from me."
Ada blushed, and Mr. Boythorn, trotting forward on his comely grey horse, dismounted at his own door and stood ready with extended arm and uncovered head to welcome us when we arrived.

"That's the housekeeper's grandson, Mr. Rouncewell," said he, "and he is in love with a pretty girl up at the house. Lady Dedlock has taken a fancy to her and is going to keep her about her own fair person - an honour which my young friend does not at all appreciate. However, he has to make the best of it, and comes here pretty often - to fish. Ha ha ha ha!"
Mr. Boythorn dismounted at his own door and stood ready to welcome us. 