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Brooke , a tall , powerfully-built man , and usually as boisterous as a school-boy in his manner , seemed very quiet as he dismounted , shook hands with Westonley and his wife , and patted Mary 's head . `` Just in time for breakfast , Mr Brooke . '' `` No , thank you , Mrs Westonley . I had mine at five o'clock -- I made an early start , as I wanted to get here as soon as possible , thinking that very likely Westonley might be going out on the run somewhere , and that I might miss him . I want to have a talk with you , old man . '' Mrs Westonley and Mary at once left the room , both wondering what was the matter with Brooke -- he looked so worried and depressed . `` Westonley , old fellow , '' he said , as he sat down , `` give me a big brandy and soda .