"And Mr.Haye was kind enough to bring it from Little River ?" "Yes sir -- he said it was for somebody here." "And now you are going to Mannahatta ?" "Yes sir -- to-morrow.

Good bye, Mr.Glanbally." "Are you alone, Miss Elizabeth ?" "Yes sir." "Where is Miss Cadwallader ?" "She's at home.

I've just been down to see nurse." "But it's too late for you," said Mr.Glanbally, getting up, -- "it's too dark -- it's too late for you to go home alone." "O no sir, I'm not afraid." "Stop, I'll go with you," said Mr.Glanbally, -- "but I've been riding till I'm as stiff as the tongs -- Winthrop, are you too tired to walk home with this young lady?
-- as her father has brought you a letter you might do so much." "Certainly, sir, -- I am not tired." "I don't want anybody.

I'm not in the least afraid, Mr.
Glanbally," said the little lady rather impatiently, and still not glancing at her promised escort.
"But it's better, Miss Elizabeth" -- "No sir, it isn't." "Your father will like it better, I know.

This is Mr.Landholm -- the brother of the Mr.Landholm you used to see last summer, -- you remember." Elizabeth looked at her guard, as if she had no mind to remember anybody of the name, and without more ado left the room.