"Indeed. I find Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, even on the piano, extraordinarily satisfying and refreshing to the mind after the strain of looking at English scenery." He drank a long draught of iced lager.
"Oh! Classical, eh? I'm not up to that. Queen's Hall, eh? That sort of thing."
"I beg your pardon? Is there——Has the Queen a hall in this neighbourhood?"
"How do you mean, Professor?"
"What do you say?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Mrs. Campbell, who managed to hear through her own conversation with Van Buren, called out—
"E say e no understand," and nodded smilingly, seeming to think she had helped matters considerably.
Miss Campbell talked of tennis, matins, hats and the opera to Daphne, but appeared to be absent, and occasionally smiled at the foreigner, who ignored her.
At last the Campbells and their Belgian withdrew, Mrs. Campbell saying that the Prebendary wished them to go to Evensong. Their departure left, as such visits do, a blank and a reaction. Our friends were silent for a minute.