"I have to put my hands to all sorts of things now, you perceive, Miss Dallory."
"Just so. I hope you like doing it."
"Well, I do."
"But I want to know what you mean by saying I shall soon not stop to speak to you."
"When you become a great lady. Report says you are about to marry."
"Does it? Do you still think, sir, I am going to accept a Bohun?"
"There has been some lord down at your brother's place, once or twice. The gossips in Dallory say that he comes for you."
"Then you can tell the gossips that they are a great deal wiser than I am. Stand still, Gyp"--to the shaggy pony. "I would not have him; and I'm sure he has not the remotest idea of having me. Why, he is hardly out of his teens! I dare say he thinks me old enough to be his godmother."
Miss Dallory played with the reins, and then glanced at Richard. He was looking at her earnestly, as he leaned on the low carriage.
"That young man has come down for the shooting, Mr. Richard. Frank takes him out every day. As for me, I do not intend to marry at all. Never."