"Janet would do better to keep her hay. She'll be short of fodder before the winter's out."
"That's what I told her."
"These eggs are excellent," said Edward Webb.
"You shall have a duck's egg for breakfast. My ducks——"
"But I must be getting back to-night."
"Indeed you mustn't. It's ten miles to the station, and it's raining, and you're not fit. We haven't a trap, either, but we could borrow a cart for you to-morrow."
"You're very kind, but—but I feel I ought to go. Imposing on you like this!"
"Not at all. We're glad to have you," said Rutherford. "And you can't get away if my wife means you to stop."
"I was beginning to suspect that," said Webb, with a half-rueful lift of the brows.
"And I do mean you to stop, so that's settled. Pass your father's cup, Alexander."