"Your feet damp?—I hope not: I do hope not," said he, with a look of the greatest solicitude.
"Oh! it's nothing to signify; but it's well to be prudent, you know. Good morning, Mr Moffat."
"Miss Dunstable!"
"Eh—yes!" and Miss Dunstable stopped in the grand path. "I won't let you return with me, Mr Moffat, because I know you were not coming in so soon."
"Miss Dunstable; I shall be leaving this to-morrow."
"Yes; and I go myself the day after."
"I know it. I am going to town and you are going abroad. It may be long—very long—before we meet again."
"About Easter," said Miss Dunstable; "that is, if the doctor doesn't knock up on the road."
"And I had, had wished to say something before we part for so long a time. Miss Dunstable—"
"Stop!—Mr Moffat. Let me ask you one question. I'll hear anything that you have got to say, but on one condition: that is, that Miss Augusta Gresham shall be by while you say it. Will you consent to that?"