What time is he going to be there ?' 'He said at six o'clock.' 'Would you mind just running out and telling him?
Perhaps you'll be going past with Mary, not long after ?' 'That's a nice job you give me!' remarked Lydia, with a half smile.
'But I know you don't mind it, Lyddy.

It isn't the first thing you've done for me.' It was said with so much _naivete_ that Lydia could not but laugh.
'I should like it much better if you'd go yourself,' she replied.

'But I'm afraid it's no good asking.' 'Not a hit! And, Lyddy, I told Mr.Ackroyd that it would always be the same.

He understands now.' The other made no reply.
'You won't be cross about it ?' 'No, dear; there's nothing to be cross about.

But I'm very sorry.' The explanation passed in a tone of less earnestness than either would have anticipated.