"Did he speak to you?" she asked, turning upon her father.
"Nay, he nodded his head when I passed him."
"And the landlord, you said, they were speaking together?"
"Oh, yes, quite friendly."
"What did they talk about—could you hear?"
"Yes, a little, now and then."
"Well!"
"Oh, it was a word lifted above the rest, when Storms got into the saddle."
"A word—well, what was it?"
"Something about a lass near 'Norston's Rest,' that folks say the young man is to wed."