She smiled very sweetly and held out her hand over the wall.

"Good-bye again," she said.

As I took her hand I felt very much inclined to press it warmly, but I refrained.

Her grasp was firm and friendly, and I would have liked very much to know whether or not it was more so than was her custom.
I was mounting my wheel when she called to me again.

"Now, I suppose," she said, "you are going straight on ?" "Oh yes," I replied, with emphasis, "straight on." "And the name of the hotel where you will stay to-night," said she, "it is the Cheltenham.