"What way did Mr. Strangers go, Bill, just now?" the lady demanded of boots, who appeared at the moment.
"The Abbey, ma'am."
"The Abbey, please, Sir Jekyl."
"The Abbey—that's Wail Abbey—eh? How far is it?"
"How far will it be, Bill?"
"'Taint a mile all out, ma'am."
"Not quite a mile, Sir Jekyl."
"A good ruin—isn't it?" asked the Baronet.
"Well, they do say it's very much out of repair; but I never saw it myself, Sir Jekyl."
"Neither did I," said Sir Jekyl. "I say, my good fellow, you can point it out, I dare say, from the steps here?"