"I'm going to see about a horse—not a dog this time—I hear that Smith's have got a horse that may suit me; really up to my weight they say it is, so I took the chance of going over while I'm with my uncle—it's a lot nearer than town, you know. But where are you going?"
"I," said Meg, "am going to Cheltenham——"
"To Cheltenham!" Miles exclaimed in rather overdone astonishment. "What an extraordinary coincidence! And what are you going to buy in Cheltenham?"
"I am going to see my father. I thought I had told you he lives there."
"So you did, of course. How stupid of me to forget! Well, it's very jolly we should happen to be going down together, isn't it?"
They looked at one another, and Miles laughed.
"I'm not at all sure that we ought to travel together after we reach the junction, and I don't believe you've got a third-class ticket." Meg looked very prim.
Miles produced his ticket—it was third-class.
"There!" he said triumphantly.
"You would be much more comfortable in a smoker."