"My dear sir, at that rate you are running to destruction."
"No, no," said Rufus laughing, — "there's a certain degree of license in our moral planetary system — I'm going away again as soon as I am rightly refreshed with the communication of your light and warmth."
"Well," said Winthrop untying his neckcloth, "it would seem but courtesy in the sun to stand still to receive his visitor — I'm very glad to see you, Will."
"What's the matter?"
"The sun was going out to dinner — that's all, — but you are a sufficient excuse for me."
"Going to dinner? — where?"
"No. 11, on the Parade."
"No. 11? — Mr. Haye's? were you? I'll go too. I won't hinder you."
"I am not sorry to be hindered," said Winthrop.
"But I am! — at least, I should be. We'll both go. How soon,
Governor?"