"It is very good of you.

I thought you'd come.

John asked you, I suppose." "Yes;--he told me you were here, and he said I ought to come." "I don't know about ought, but I think it better.

Will you mind walking on, as I've got something that I want to say ?" Then he turned and she turned with him into the little wood.

"I'm not going to bother you any more, my darling," he said.