“Of course I will. Tell her so when you go home.”
“Will you honour me by sleeping at my house, sir?” said the old man to whom she had been talking. “My farm is just over the brow of the hill, you know.”
I had by this time recognised him, and I accepted his offer at once.
“When may we look for you, sir?” he asked.
“When shall you be home?” I rejoined.
“This afternoon, sir. I have done my business already.”
“Then I shall be with you in the evening, for I have nothing to keep me here.”
“Will you take a seat in my gig?”
“No, thank you. I have my own horse with me. You can take him in too, I dare say?”
“With pleasure, sir.”