“Glo’ster east,” she responded, soon as her lips were released from the osculation.
“An’ what ha’ brought ye to Bristol?”
“Business o’ diff’rent kinds.”
“But ye don’t appear to ha’ any ladin’ on the donkey?”
“Us may goin’ back—hope to.”
The cadgeress was prevaricating. No commercial speculation was the cause of their being there; and if in passing through Gloucester they had picked up a commission, it was quite a windfall, having nought to do with the original object of their extended excursion. Neither on leaving Ruardean, nor up to that moment, was Jerky himself aware of its purpose, Winny having been its projector. But he could trust her, and she, in her usual way, insisting upon the tramp, he had no alternative but to undertake it. He knew now, why his sister had brought him to Bristol, and that Rob Wilde was the lure which had attracted her thither.
Rob had some thought of this himself, or at least hoped it so; the unburdened donkey helping him in his hope.
“But ye bean’t goin’ back, surely?” he said.
“Why not?”
“The danger o’ the roads now. If I’d a known you war on them, Win, dear, I should ha’ been feelin’ a bit uneasy.”