"To tell me the name of the man you ran away from in Cumberland?"
"Exactly that;—come along." And so they started, more than an hour before the time at which Marion Fay would return from church. "The man who annoyed me so out hunting was an intimate friend of yours."
"I have not an intimate friend in the world except yourself."
"Not Marion Fay?"
"I meant among men. I do not suppose that Marion Fay was out hunting in Cumberland."
"I should not have ran away from her, I think, if she had. It was Mr. Crocker, of the General Post Office."
"Crocker in Cumberland?"
"Certainly he was in Cumberland,—unless some one personated him. I met him dining at Castle Hautboy, when he was kind enough to make himself known to me, and again out hunting,—when he did more than make himself known to me."
"I am surprised."
"Is he not away on leave?"