"Perfect," he said, and she, fancying he referred to the weather, perhaps, agreed.
"'I DON'T THINK YOU'RE WALKING VERY FAST, MR. NARE,' SHE SAID."
"But I don't think you're walking very fast, Mr. Nare," she said, severely. "And when I promised Mrs. Harrington to show you the Mill, I did think you'd walk a little quicker, even though you are a Londoner."
"Don't be unkind," said Nare. "Recollect that your foot is on your native heath, while mine——"
"But we shall miss the others."
"We started first."
"Not more than half an hour, and we've come right off the road on to the moor and——"
"But it's such a jolly afternoon."
"Evening."