I expect he doesn't know the way round to the back.

Poor man, he's very lame.

He looks respectable, too." She got up and went toward him, remarking that his face with nice gray moustaches was wonderfully regular, almost like a gentleman's, and that he touched his dusty hat with quite old-fashioned courtesy.

And smiling--her smile was sweet but critical--she said: "You'll find the best way is to go back to that little path, and past the greenhouses.

Have you hurt your leg ?" "My leg's been like that, m'm, fifteen year come Michaelmas." "How did it happen ?" "Ploughin'.