What do you say, Mrs Walker ?" "I daresay Mr Cheesacre understands what he's about when he's at home," said the lady.
"I know what a bit of land can do as well as any man in Norfolk," said the gentleman.
"It may be very well in Norfolk," said Mrs Greenow, rising from her seat; "but the practice isn't thought much of in the other counties with which I am better acquainted." "I'd just come in to say that I thought we might be getting to the boats," said Mrs Walker.

"My Ophelia is so delicate." At this moment the delicate Ophelia was to be seen, under the influence of the music, taking a distant range upon the sands with Joe Fairstairs' arm round her waist.

The attitude was justified by the tune that was in progress, and there is no reason why a galop on the sands should have any special termination in distance, as it must have in a room.

But, under such circumstances, Mrs Walker's solicitude was not unreasonable.
The erratic steps of the distant dancers were recalled and preparations were made for the return journey.

Others had strayed besides the delicate Ophelia and the idle Joe, and some little time was taken up in collecting the party.