He turned and left her without another word. "Bounce," he said, as he climbed into the dog-cart, "you've had some experience. Are all women mad?"
"Every one on 'em, sir. That is, them wots any good."
"Ah! Well, let her go like hell for Southville."
On the way they passed the little civil engineer. "Hullo!" he shouted, "are you off, then?"
Carstairs pulled up. "Yes, jump up and come on into Southville with me, I want some one to swear at."
"Ha! That's it, is it?" He climbed in. "What else are you going to do with me?"
"Put you up for the week-end, swear at you all day, Sunday, and send you back about your business on Monday."
"Well, half a minute; let's go via my digs—that farm over there—and I'll collect some togs."
"Not a sock or a pyjama. Come as you are, and we'll go to church to-morrow, yellow leggings, and all. I want you to be best man."
"This is rather sudden, isn't it?"