"It＇s a dear old place," said the young man, looking sidewise at his neighbour.
"What＇s his name?" she asked, her attention having again reverted to the terrier.
"My father＇s name?"
"Yes," said the young lady with amusement; "but don＇t tell him I asked you."
They had come by this time to where old Mr. Touchett was sitting, and he slowly got up from his chair to introduce himself.
"My mother has arrived," said Ralph, "and this is Miss Archer."