I will detain you no more.

Will you graciously direct me on my road to Yarmouth, for I am not sure of it, having ridden by another way, and your English country is so full of trees that a man cannot see a mile ?' I walked a dozen paces down the bridle-path that joined the road at this place, and pointed out the way that he should go, past Ditchingham church.

As I did so I noticed that while I spoke the stranger was watching my face keenly and, as it seemed to me, with an inward fear which he strove to master and could not.

When I had finished again he raised his bonnet and thanked me, saying, 'Will you be so gracious as to tell me your name, young Sir ?' 'What is my name to you ?' I answered roughly, for I disliked this man.
'You have not told me yours.' 'No, indeed, I am travelling incognito.

Perhaps I also have met a lady in these parts,' and he smiled strangely.