At any point on your route.

We could have a day's ramble together, and then--say good-bye.' 'The lake country is free to you, Mr.Barfoot.' 'But I mustn't miss you.

You will leave Seascale to-morrow week ?' 'At present I think so.

But I can't restrict myself by any agreement.
Holiday must be a time of liberty.' They looked at each other--she with a carelessness which was all but defiance, he with a significant smile.
'To-morrow week, then, perhaps we may meet again.' Rhoda made no reply, beyond a movement of her eyebrows, as if to express indifference.
'I won't stay longer this evening.

A pleasant journey to you!' He shook hands, and left the room.