“No, dear Mrs. Wilson, we must not go yet. I will hold the horse, and you must go back for me for something.”
“I'm agreeable. What is it? Why, what is up? How you do pant!”
“I have made a discovery. There is a gentleman lying asleep there on the wet grass.”
“Lackadaisy! why, you don't say so.”
“It is a friend; and he will catch his death.”
“Why, of course he will. He will have had a drop too much, Miss Lucy. I'll wake him, and we will take him along home with us.”
“Oh, not for the world, nurse. I would not have him see what I am doing, oh, not for all the world!”
“Where is he?”
“In there, under the great tree.”
“Well, you get into the cart, miss, and hold the reins”; and Mrs. Wilson went into the grounds and soon found David.