"That would be somewhere about half past seven," mused Barnabas, staring blankly, down at the book on his knee.
"Yes, sir."
"How came you to be carrying his letter?"
"He offered me five shillings to go and bring her answer."
"Did you know the lady?"
"No, sir, but he described her."
"To be sure." said Barnabas; "he mentioned her hair, perhaps?"
"Yes, sir."
"Her—eyelashes, perhaps?"
"And her eyes also, sir."