"Very, very, very much. She was horribly cross at first, but towards the last nobody could have been kinder." "I say, how old are you?" "Between thirteen and fourteen," I said. "Ah, to be sure; of course, lad, so you are," he said, brightening up and shaking hands. "Yes, I'll give your love to her. I say, boy, it won't be long first," he continued, rubbing his hands. "Won't it?" I said, easily divining what he meant. "No, not long now, for we've been engaged a precious long while." CHAPTER TWENTY. THE WAYZEGOOSE. Long before the fallen type was sorted I had heard rumours of the annual holiday and dinner of the _employes_ of the firm; and on a delicious autumn morning I found myself in a great covered van, one of three conveying the large party down to Epping Forest. According to old custom, the members of the firm did a great deal to encourage the affair, supplying a large proportion of the funds required, and presiding at the dinner at an inn in the forest. Boy-like, I was very eager to go, and looked forward to joining in a projected game at cricket; but, somehow, when we reached the inn, after a drive made noisy by a good deal of absurd mirth, the result of several calls at public-houses on the way to give the horses hay and water, the pleasure seemed to be taken a good deal out of the affair, and the presence of Mr Grimstone did not tend to make me feel upon the highest pinnacle of enjoyment. Somehow or another the boys seemed to look upon me as a sort of butt, and, headed by Jem Smith, they had played several practical jokes upon me already, so that at last I was standing wistfully looking on instead of playing cricket, and wishing I was alone, when a handsome waggonette was driven by, and to my surprise I saw in it Mr Ruddle, Mr Lister, his partner, and the two young ladies whom I had met on my first day in Short Street. As I started forward and took off my cap, Miss Carr saw me, and smiled and nodded: and then as I stood gazing after the departing carriage, a change seemed to have come over the day, and I began to wonder whether I should see them again, and, if so, whether they would speak to me, when a hand was laid upon my shoulder, and turning round, there stood Mr Hallett. "Well, my solitary little philosopher," he said, in a quiet, half-cynical way, "what are you doing? Not playing with the boys at cricket, and not drinking more beer than is good for you, according to the immemorial custom of a British workman taking a holiday?" "No," I said, "I was looking after that carriage." "Carriage? Oh, that! Well, what was there in it to take your attention?" "Mr Ruddle and Mr Lister were in it, with Miss Carr and her sister." "What, in that?" he said. "Are you sure?" "Yes, sir, quite sure. Miss Carr nodded to me." "Nodded? to you, Grace?" "Oh yes, Mr Hallett, it was through Miss Carr that I was engaged;" and I told him how it happened.