It's no great hardship to pass a few hours in this delicious summer air.

I see you have contracted the vile modern habit of smoking--that will be occupation enough to amuse you, no doubt! Keep the roads in view; and, if she does come your way, don't attempt to stop her--you can't do that.

Speak to her (quite innocently, mind!), by way of getting time enough to notice the face of the man who is driving her, and the name (if there is one) on his cart.
Do that, and you will do enough.

Pah! how that cigar poisons the air! What will have become of your stomach when you get to my age ?" "I sha'n't complain, Sir Patrick, if I can eat as good a dinner as you do." "That reminds me! I met somebody I knew at the station.

Hester Dethridge has left her place, and gone to London by the train.