We were soon on the most intimate terms, and I narrated part of my adventures. They expressed their obligations to me, and requested that I would accept their friendship.
“Would you like to have a row on the water? It is a beautiful day, and if Mrs Wharncliffe will trust herself—”
“Oh, I should like it above all things. Will you go. William? I will run for a shawl.”
In a few minutes we were all three embarked, and I rowed them to my villa. They had been admiring the beauty of the various residences on the banks of the Thames.
“How do you like that one?” inquired I of Mrs Wharncliffe.
“It is very handsome, and I think one of the very best.”
“That is mine,” replied I. “Will you allow me to show it to you?”
“Yours!”
“Yes, mine; but I have a very small establishment, for I am a bachelor.”
We landed, and after walking about the grounds went into the house.