“A strapper⁠—a real strapper, Jane: big, brown, and buxom; with hair just such as the ladies of Carthage must have had. Bless me! there’s Dent and Lynn in the stables! Go in by the shrubbery, through that wicket.”

As I went one way, he went another, and I heard him in the yard, saying cheerfully⁠—

“Mason got the start of you all this morning; he was gone before sunrise: I rose at four to see him off.”