"About that, Sir Anthony."
"Then it is better I should carry him than you."
"Oh, if you're bent on it, Sir Anthony."
"If you're not bent against it, Miss Sylvia."
"Well, come along then, for this is the parting of the ways."
They had arrived at the gate by this time.
"Sylvia should have told you, Sir Anthony, that though we turn our backs on the village, yet we pass a wall letter-box, which the postman empties on his way to Lettergort."
It was Pamela speaking for the first time, and in this less hoydenish mood of hers she had a likeness to her gentle elder sister.
"I'm not surprised to hear it, Miss Pamela. I guessed Miss Sylvia was only piling up the difficulties to tease me. But I was not to be put off."
"You are really a most persistent person, Sir Anthony."