"I do not agree with you. The one is certainly disagreeable, but the other thoroughly drenches, and is more than disagreeable—it makes one out of temper."
"I have thought more than once that that latter assertion of yours is with you an impossibility."
"Ah! you were never more deceived. I am feeling vexed now," replied Amy.
"Now?" returned Charles.
"Yes. I have been terribly anxious all day, and it vexes me to hear anyone say I should return home, when I have come out purposely to get rid of my weariful thoughts. I know such a damp mist as this will never harm me half as much as they would."
Charles waited, hoping she would say more, but she did not, so he broke the silence.
"I have been to see Grant," he said.
"I trust there has been no more fuss with the poachers?"
"No," replied he carelessly, "but it seems they expect an attack to-night, that is, they are going out in expectation of something of the kind."
"Of a fight with the poachers?"