either his master, the rat-catcher, or somebody else that had brought him; so, repressing my extravagant caresses, and endeavouring to repress his likewise, I looked round, and beheld—Mr. Weston!
"Your dog remembers you well, Miss Grey," said he, warmly grasping the hand I offered him without clearly knowing what I was about.
"You rise early."
"Not often so early as this," I replied, with amazing composure, considering all the circumstances of the case.
"How far do you purpose to extend your walk?"
"I was thinking of returning—it must be almost time, I think."
He consulted his watch—a gold one now—and told me it was only five minutes past seven.
"But doubtless, you have had a long enough walk," said he, turning towards the town, to which I now proceeded leisurely to retrace my steps; and he walked beside me.
"In what part of the town do you live?" asked he. "I never could discover."
Never could discover? Had he endeavoured
