Ah, there he is, surely!" The boat now ran into the shelving creek, and by the honeysuckle arbour stood Gentleman Waife, leaning on his stick.
"You are late," said the actor, as they landed, and Sophy sprang into his arms.

"I began to be uneasy, and came here to inquire after you.

You have not caught cold, child ?" SOPHY.--"Oh, no." LIONEL.--"She is the best of children.

Pray, come into the inn, Mr.
Waife; no toddy, but some refreshment." WAIFE.--"I thank you,--no, sir; I wish to get home at once.

I walk slowly; it will be dark soon." Lionel tried in vain to detain him.