Will you excuse me, Mr Jones ?' 'Certainly,' was the reply.
'But had we not better all go ?' asked Miss Hall, casting an entreating glance upon Freda, who, however, would not see it.
'I think not.

Mrs Prothero is so nervous that we should frighten her to death.

It will take me five minutes to run down the hill, five minutes to say my say, and five to get to the waterfall.

But you need not hurry away, as I can wait for you; or, if you are not there, I will find you.
Come, Frisk, come with me.' Frisk was a fine, little Scotch terrier, his mistress's especial favourite, and he bounded after her with great satisfaction.

The pair were soon half-way down the hill, near the bottom of which Glanyravon Farm lay.
'I think I managed that capitally,' said Freda to Frisk?
'didn't I, Frisk?
Now, if he doesn't take advantage of the opportunity, he is very foolish.