"Well--I said that you might."

"Yes, I mean that I might. You are glad to see me, Frank?"

"Oh yes--of course."

"Can you--come to me!"

My dear Fan, no! The bugle has sounded, the barrack gates are
closed, and I have no leave. We are all of us as good as in the
county gaol till to-morrow morning."

"Then I shan't see you till then!" The words were in a faltering
tone of disappointment.

"How did you get here from Weatherbury?"

"I walked--some part of the way--the rest by the carriers."

"I am surprised."

"Yes--so am I. And Frank, when will it be?"

"What?"

"That you promised."

"I don't quite recollect."

"O you do! Don't speak like that. It weighs me to the earth. It