“Standing solitary?”
“I know of no other within ten miles of it.”
“Among trees, and picturesque?”
“That depends upon the eye that beholds it.”
“I should like to see it, and judge. Only a mile you say?”
“A mile there—the same to return—would be two.”
“That’s nothing. It would not take us a score of minutes.”
“Should we not be trespassing on the patience of your people?”
“On your hospitality, perhaps? Excuse me, Mr Gerald!” continued the young lady, a slight shadow suddenly overcasting her countenance. “I did not think of it! Perhaps you do not live alone? Some other shares your—jacalé—as you call it?”
“Oh, yes, I have a companion—one who has been with me ever since I—”