"Intimately—have you stayed there?"
"I had tea there this afternoon."
"You live near here?"
"I believe I am going to live for a while near here. I only arrived this afternoon."
"Only this afternoon. Excuse me for being so inquisitive, but when did you arrive at—I mean——"
"Cloyne."
"But you're driving to Cloyne now."
"I know. I've been driving all over the country. We had to leave a gentleman at a castle, and now we are going back to Cloyne. Then I have to go on to a place called Drumgool, which is fifteen miles from Cloyne."
"To-night?" said Mr. Dashwood, looking in astonishment at the wanderer.
"I don't know," said the girl, with a touch of hopelessness in her voice. "I expect they'll have to tie me on to the car, for I feel like dropping off now. No, thanks; I can manage to hold on by myself, I was speaking metaphorically."