“Indeed you must!” she said, looking at me with the most fascinating smile, “for you know you are one of my old friends now, and must not neglect me. I am at my aunt’s, Mrs. Hall,—uncle brought me a month ago from Buckland; but in the morning I shall go down to a cousin’s in Dinwiddie.”
“In Dinwiddie, Miss Katy?”
“Yes, near the Rowanty. My cousin, Mr. Dare, has come for me.”
“Well, I will visit you there.”
“Please do. The house is called ‘Disaway’s.’”
I bowed, smiling, and turned to Tom Herbert.
“When shall I see you again, Tom, and where? Next week—at Disaway’s?”
Tom colored and then laughed. This dandy, you see, was a good boy still.
“Well, old fellow,” he replied, “I think it possible I may visit Dinwiddie. My respected chieftain, General Fitz, is at present reposing on his couch in Richmond, and I am bearer of bouquets as well as of dispatches between him and his surgeon. But I am told he is ordered to Dinwiddie as soon as he is up. The country is a new one; the thought has occurred to me that any information I can acquire by—hem!—a topographical survey, would be valuable. You perceive, do you not, my dear friend? You appreciate my motive?”
“Perfectly, Tom. There will probably be a battle near ‘Disaway’s.’”