He was embarrassed for a moment, and then he said:
‘Well, she is, you know, if you come to that; and, besides, I didn’t dare tell the guard the placard I really wanted to put on.’
‘I shouldn’t think a lack of daring your most obvious fault,’ I said cuttingly.
‘Perhaps not; but there are limits to most things, and I hadn’t the pluck to paste on a pink paper with “Miss Schuyler: Engaged,” on it.’
[p78]
He disappeared suddenly just then, as if he wasn’t equal to facing my displeasure, and I am glad he did, for I was too embarrassed for words.
Memoranda: In the height of roofs, nave, and choir, York is first of English cathedrals.
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Durham, July something or other,
At Farmer Hendry’s.
We left York this morning, and arrived in Durham about eleven o’clock. It seems there is some sort of an election going on in the town, and there was not a single fly at the station. Mr. Copley looked about in every direction, but neither horse nor vehicle was to be had for love or money. At last we started to walk to the village, Mr. Copley so laden with our hand-luggage that he resembled a pack mule.
We called first at the Three Tuns, where [p79] they still keep up the old custom of giving a wee glass of cherry-brandy to each guest on his arrival; but, alas! they were crowded, and we were turned from the hospitable door. We then made a tour of the inns, but not a single room was to be had, not for that night, nor for two days ahead, on account of that same election.