“You said I was to come.”
“Well—I said that you might.”
“Yes, I mean that I might. You are glad to see me, Frank?”
“Oh yes—of course.”
“Can you—come to me!”
“My dear Fan, no! The bugle has sounded, the barrack gates are closed, and I have no leave. We are all of us as good as in the county gaol till to-morrow morning.”
“Then I shan’t see you till then!” The words were in a faltering tone of disappointment.
“How did you get here from Weatherbury?”
“I walked—some part of the way—the rest by the carriers.”
“I am surprised.”