That's why I like to have you with me as a kind of guide, monitor, and friend, you know." Howard groaned and attempted to get rid of another miniature pool of water, and succeeded--as before.
"I know," he assented.

"My virtue has been its own reward--and punishment.

If I had allowed you to go your way to the proverbial dogs, after whose society gilded youths like yourself appear to be always hankering, I should not be sitting here with cold water running down my back and surrounded by Nature in her gloomiest and dampest aspects.
Only once have I deviated from the life of consistent selfishness at which every sensible man should aim, and see how I am punished! I do not wish to be unduly inquisitive, but I should like to know where the blazes we are going, and why we do not make for a decent hotel--if there is such a thing in these desolate wilds." Stafford handed him the reins so that he himself might get out his cigar-case, and with some little difficulty, and assisted by Pottinger's soaked hat, the two gentlemen got their cigars alight.
"There isn't a decent hotel for miles," explained Stafford.

"There is only a small inn at a little place called Carysford.

I looked it out on the map.