“I thought I was sorry as well as glad,” I said, after a pause. “I am now very glad. When do you go?”
“As soon as we can make all the arrangements,” said Mr John.
“But you cannot journey in a waggon by yourselves.”
“We cannot?”
“No, sir; you must join a party—quite a caravan.”
“That is what Dan said in the letter, dear,” said Mrs John.
“Of course. My head is in such a whirl. I had forgotten—but you, Mayne, you talk as if you understand all this.”
“I have beard, sir,” I said, colouring a little; “that is all.”
“But you, my boy?—we can’t go and leave you in distress, and without an engagement.”
He whispered something to her.