“I should think not.”
Just then Philip became sensible that a light wagon was approaching, driven by a young lady.
He did not, however, suppose it was any one he knew till the carriage stopped, and he heard a voice saying:
“Good morning, Mr. Gray!”
Then he discovered that it was the same young lady who had asked for an introduction to him the evening previous.
“Good morning, Miss Snodgrass!” he said politely, remembering, fortunately, the young lady’s name.
Meanwhile, Maria and Philip’s drivers had also exchanged salutations, for they were acquainted.
“And where are you carrying Mr. Gray, Mr. Blake?” she asked.
“I’m carrying him over to our place. He’s going to play for us this evening.”
“Is there going to be a dance in Conway this evening?” inquired Miss Snodgrass, with sudden interest.