Benny blushed again, but did not reply.
"I was afraid you were not coming," went on Mr. Munroe; "but how is your arm?"
"Getting on nicely, thank you; the doctor says it will soon be as right as ever."
"I'm glad to hear it. It's a mercy we were not every one of us killed; but I'm having a new bridge built. I've been going to have it done for the last ten years, but kept putting it off; however, they are going to start with the job next week."
"I'm very glad to hear it," said Benny. "It's not safe as it is at present."
"No, no; you're quite right there."
Then there was an awkward pause, and Benny began to feel uncomfortable. Mr. Munroe was the first to speak.
"I wanted to see you here," he said, "to have a little conversation with you about—about—yourself," bringing out the last word with a jerk.
Benny did not know what reply to make to this, so he said nothing.
"I understand you have not always lived in the country?" questioned Mr. Munroe.