Meanwhile, which is my way to this--this--this famous scholar's--Ehem ?" "Why," quoth Peter, "you saw the direction in which the young ladies went; you must take the same.

Cross the stile you will find at the right--wind along the foot of the hill for about three parts of a mile, and you will then see in the middle of a broad plain, a lonely grey house with a thingumebob at the top; a servatory they call it.

That's Master Aram's." "Thank you." "And a very pretty walk it is too," said the Dame, "the prettiest hereabouts to my liking, till you get to the house at least; and so the young ladies think, for it's their usual walk every evening!" "Humph,--then I may meet them." "Well, and if you do, make yourself look as Christian-like as you can," retorted the hostess.
There was a second grin at the ill-favoured Traveller's expense, amidst which he went his way.
"An odd chap!" said Peter, looking after the sturdy form of the Traveller.

"I wonder what he is; he seems well edicated--makes use of good words." "What sinnifies ?" said the Corporal, who felt a sort of fellow-feeling for his new acquaintance's brusquerie of manner;--"what sinnifies what he is.

Served his country,--that's enough;--never told me, by the by, his regiment;--set me a talking, and let out nothing himself;--old soldier every inch of him!" "He can take care of number one," said Peter.