"Miss Wetheral, we shall meet again before the party to St. Mungo's Isle takes place."
"When may we expect you at Fairlee, my lord?"
"To-morrow. Promise me you will not go out till I come."
"I seldom leave the grounds before two o'clock. Remember the effusions you promised I should see."
"Will you read them, and judge a poor poet mercifully?"
"I shall say exactly what I think, my lord."
"Then I stand condemned at once."
"Perhaps not; adieu, my lord!"
"But one moment, Miss Wetheral. How anxious you are to escape!"