"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly firmly.
"In fact be what you are—a red Deeping. Be a scarlet Deeping, if you can."
"Yes, sir; I will. I—I—should like to," said Pollyooly with a resolute smile.
"That's the right spirit," he said in a tone of warm approval. "And about getting away. I'll meet you at half-past two at the top of Ricksborough home-wood. You'll easily find out where that is. I shall wait till half-past four. If you're not there that day, I shall come the day after that and the day after that."
"I shall be there the first day, sir," said Pollyooly with a resolute air, thinking of the Lump.
"I think you will. But don't take any risks," he said, smiling at her. "And one last word: make the best of the country and the fresh air, and put on weight."
"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly.
Half-way between Waterloo Bridge and the station he stopped the cab, and they got out of it. She walked on, and he followed her, keeping twenty yards behind.
