"Why not?"
"I won't trouble you."
"No trouble in the world—I shall leave you in a street or two. Come!"
And he took the satchel, and passing his cane through the handles, gracefully deposited it behind his shoulders, as a beggar does his bundle.
The girl laughed heartily; and this seemed to afford the melancholy lover much satisfaction.
"Do they teach laughing at the Reverend Mrs. White's?" he asked.
"Laughing, sir?"
"Yes; I thought you had been taking lessons."
"Oh, sir!"
"Come! no fine-lady airs. I never compliment—we are too intimate."