I will call on _Miss_ Bartley, and you on _Mister_.

Now mind, you must ignore all that has passed, and just ask his permission to court his daughter.

Whilst you are closeted with him, the young lady and I will learn each other's minds with a celerity you poor slow things have no idea of." "I see one thing," said Walter, "that I am a child in such matters compared with you.

What decision! what promptitude!" "Then imitate it, young man.

Order the horses directly;" and she stamped her foot impatiently.
Walter turned to the stables without another word, and Julia flew upstairs to put on her riding-habit.
* * * * * Bartley was in his study with a map of the farm before him, and two respectable but rather rough men in close conference over it.