And before she could stop him, he had gone to make his inquiry of that
official. Shortly after he came back with a list of places that were
worth seeing, which he named.

"Holmwood House," she repeated. "Let us see that. How far is it?"

George again made inquiries, and found that it was about eight miles
away. The station-master assured him that the road thither was one of
the prettiest drives in the whole country.

"Now, what kind of a conveyance will you have? There are four-wheeled
cabs, and there is even a hansom to be had. Will you have two horses or
one, and will you have a coachman?"

"None of these," she said, "if you can get something you can drive
yourself--I suppose you are a driver?"

"Oh, I have driven a buggy."

"Well, get some sort of conveyance that we can both sit in while you
drive."

"But don't you think we will get lost?"

"We can inquire the way," she said, "and if we do get lost, it won't
matter. I want to have a long talk with you before we reach the place."

They crossed the railway by a bridge over the line, and descended into a
valley along which the road wound.