I saw that he was going out of his way to accompany me, notwithstanding the long walk that was yet before him; and, fearing that he might be inconveniencing himself from motives of politeness, I observed--'I fear I am taking you out of your way, Mr.Weston--I believe the road to F--- lies quite in another direction.' 'I'll leave you at the end of the next street,' said he.
'And when will you come to see mamma ?' 'To-morrow--God willing.' The end of the next street was nearly the conclusion of my journey.

He stopped there, however, bid me good-morning, and called Snap, who seemed a little doubtful whether to follow his old mistress or his new master, but trotted away upon being summoned by the latter.
'I won't offer to restore him to you, Miss Grey,' said Mr.Weston, smiling, 'because I like him.' 'Oh, I don't want him,' replied I, 'now that he has a good master; I'm quite satisfied.' 'You take it for granted that I am a good one, then ?' The man and the dog departed, and I returned home, full of gratitude to heaven for so much bliss, and praying that my hopes might not again be crushed..