So they chatted on till they reached the farm called Waldegraves, and there Phoebe alighted.
'I shall not be long,' she said, at the door, turning and giving him a look which might mean a great deal or nothing, according to the character of the woman who cast it.
When she came up she said, 'There, George, I cut my business as short as possible. Now what do you say to showing me the Decoy? I have never seen it, but I have heard a great deal of it, and I cannot understand how it is contrived.'
'It is close here,' said De Witt.
'I know it is, the little stream in this dip feeds it. Will you show me the Decoy?'
'But your foot—Phoebe. You have sprained your ankle.'
'If I may lean on your arm I think I can limp down there. It is not very far.'
'And then what about the horse?'
'Oh! the boy here will hold it, or put it up in the stable. Run and call him, George.'
'I could drive you down there, I think, at least within a few yards of the place, and if we take the boy he can hold the horse by the gate.'