My father is an old man, out of society, and he would be glad to hear the news of town.' Somerset said he was glad to find himself among friends where he had only expected strangers; and promised to come that day, if she would tell him the way.
That she could easily do.

The short way was across that glade he saw there--then over the stile into the wood, following the path till it came out upon the turnpike-road.

He would then be almost close to the house.

The distance was about two miles and a half.

But if he thought it too far for a walk, she would drive on to the town, where she had been going when he came, and instead of returning straight to her father's would come back and pick him up.
It was not at all necessary, he thought.