Mr. Fabian started to follow with Cora.
"Come with us to the carriage door, Rule," said the girl, looking back and stretching her hand out toward the youth.
"Yes! Come!" added pleasant Mr. Fabian.
Regulas touched his hat and followed. Fabian put his niece in the seat beside her grandmother, and then turned to the youth and inquired:
"What are you going to do with yourself to-day?"
"I shall go down to my old home, sir, Mother Scythia's hut."
"Oh! Ah! Yes; I remember. You are going to stop there?"
"Yes, sir; but I shall try to see all old friends to-day or to-morrow, and I should like to go to Rockhold to thank all the friends there who have been kind to me, and to tell Mrs. Rockharrt and Miss Cora, who were kindest of all, how I have got on in the city."
"Certainly! Certainly, Rule! Come whenever you like! And see here! It is a long, rough road from here to old Scythia's Roost, which is right on our way to Rockhold. Sorry we cannot offer you a seat in the carriage but you see there are but four seats and there are already five people to fill them."
"Oh, sir, I should not expect such a thing," said the youth.