But the tide was coming in; the water was rising; the gulfs and lakes were filling; the straits were widening: it was time to seek some safer footing; so I walked, skipped, and stumbled back to the smooth, wide sands, and resolved to proceed to a certain bold projection in the cliffs, and then return.
Presently, I heard a snuffling sound behind me and then a dog came frisking and wriggling to my feet.

It was my own Snap--the little dark, wire-haired terrier! When I spoke his name, he leapt up in my face and yelled for joy.

Almost as much delighted as himself, I caught the little creature in my arms, and kissed him repeatedly.

But how came he to be there?
He could not have dropped from the sky, or come all that way alone: it must be either his master, the rat-catcher, or somebody else that had brought him; so, repressing my extravagant caresses, and endeavouring to repress his likewise, I looked round, and beheld--Mr.
Weston! 'Your dog remembers you well, Miss Grey,' said he, warmly grasping the hand I offered him without clearly knowing what I was about.

'You rise early.' 'Not often so early as this,' I replied, with amazing composure, considering all the circumstances of the case.
'How far do you purpose to extend your walk ?' 'I was thinking of returning--it must be almost time, I think.' He consulted his watch--a gold one now--and told me it was only five minutes past seven.
'But, doubtless, you have had a long enough walk,' said he, turning towards the town, to which I now proceeded leisurely to retrace my steps; and he walked beside me.
'In what part of the town do you live ?' asked he.