"How could I?" laughed Hoffland; "your house is so small, that without some warning I should probably incommode you."
"Oh, not at all—we have a very good room for you. You know in Virginia we always keep the 'guest's chamber,' however poor we are."
"Hum!" said Hoffland.
"Come!" said Mowbray.
Hoffland began to laugh.
"How could I go?" he asked.
"Why, ride."
"Ride?"
"Certainly."
"In what manner, pray?"