"It is not, Sir. It is a very tortuous direction, indeed. Have I not the pleasure of speaking to Mr. Rossitur's young gentleman?"
Mr. Rossitur's young gentleman acknowledged his relationship, and begged the favour of being set in the right way home.
"With much pleasure! You have been showing Miss Rossitur the picturesque country about Montepoole?"
"My cousin and I have been there on business, and lost our way coming back."
"Ah, I dare say! Very easy. First time you have been there?"
"Yes, Sir; and we are in a hurry to get home."
"Well, Sir you know the road by Deacon Patterson's? comes out just above the lake."
Hugh did not remember.
"Well you keep this road straight on, I'm sorry you are in a hurry, you keep on till do you know when you strike Mr. Harris's ground?"
No, Hugh knew nothing about it, nor Fleda.