But the ugly creature did not walk any faster; he simply looked at me with an air as if he would say that if I kept long upon the road I would learn to take it easy, and maintained the deliberate slouch of his demeanor.
Presently I stopped, and Orso was very willing to imitate me in that action.

I found, to my surprise, that I was not walking upon a macadamized road: such was the highway which passed the inn and led, I had been told, to the Cheltenham.

I was now upon a road of gravel and clay, smooth enough and wide enough, but of a different character from that on which I had started that morning.

I looked about me.

Across a field to my left I saw a line of trees which seemed to indicate a road.