"Well, it is not more than eight miles; you don't think you could manage it?"
"I don't know, it is more than eight miles, and walking on the downs is not like walking on the highroad. Father thinks nothing of it."
"We must really try it."
"What would you do if I were to get so tired that I could not go back or forward?"
"I would carry you."
They continued their climb. Speaking of the Devil's Dyke, Kitty said—
"What! you mean to say you never heard the legend? You, a Sussex man!"
"I have lived very little in Sussex, and I used to hate the place; I am only just beginning to like it."
"And you don't like the Jesuits any more, because they go in for matchmaking."
"They are too sly for me, I confess; I don't approve of priests meddling in family affairs. But tell me the legend."