'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'
'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'
'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'
'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'
'I was never in this part of the world till now.'
'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you—lost, I think, at Dover?'
'Never!'
'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.
Harleigh was already out of sight.
'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'