"Doesn't want his girl to be handed over to a reg'lar Black Sheep, shouldn't wonder," thought Roddy, and this led him to rather indignant consideration of the confusion of the Beaminster mind and its muddled moralities.
The walk to the church was not very long, but it became, towards the close of it, quite awful in its agitation.
"Dam' hot," said Lord John.
"Very," said Roddy.
"Wouldn't wonder if this weather broke soon——"
"Quite likely."
"Makes you hot walking to church this hour of the morning."
"Yes—don't it? Farmers will be wantin' rain pretty badly. Down at my little place they tell me it's dried up like anythin'——"
"Reg'lar Turkish bath——"
"Well, the church ought to be cool——"