I am this road every week--my present dairy is only four miles off, you know, and I see her through the window.

'Tis rather odd that I was going to speak practical to-night to her for the first time.
You've just called ?' 'Yes, for a short while.

But she didn't say a word about you.' 'A good sign, a good sign.

Now that decides me.

I'll swing the mallet and get her answer this very night as I planned.' A few more remarks, and Darton, wishing his friend joy of Sally in a slightly hollow tone of jocularity, bade him good-bye.