"No, we won't come in, but we should like to go by the mill-pond." "Yes--yes, do.

Do you fish, Mr.Morel ?" "No," said Paul.
"Because if you do you might come and fish any time," said Miss Limb.
"We scarcely see a soul from week's end to week's end.

I should be thankful." "What fish are there in the pond ?" he asked.
They went through the front garden, over the sluice, and up the steep bank to the pond, which lay in shadow, with its two wooded islets.

Paul walked with Miss Limb.
"I shouldn't mind swimming here," he said.
"Do," she replied.

"Come when you like.