“Why not?”
“He thinks I shall get enough exercise in hoeing potatoes,” answered Herbert, with a smile.
“It wouldn't do him any harm to get exercise in the same way.”
“The very idea would shock him.”
CHAPTER XXVIII
MRS. CARTER'S GUEST
At five o'clock Mr. Cameron knocked at the door of Mrs. Carter's cottage. It was opened by Herbert himself.
“Walk in, Mr. Cameron,” he said, cordially. “My mother is in the next room.”
Mrs. Carter was prepossessed in favor of Cameron. In worldly advantages he was her superior; yet with the instinct of a gentleman he seemed unconscious of any such difference and did not exhibit the least trace of condescension, as many ill-bred persons might have.