"No one was at the school whom you knew, I suppose?"
"No," said Hubert, reflecting that Jane Wood had gone before he paid his visit.
Perhaps Cynthia did not understand this point. At any rate, she looked relieved.
"I was glad when my time came to leave," she said more freely.
"Did you not like the place?"
"Pretty well. It was frightfully, awfully dull!"
"And yet you had never known anything more exciting? Were you really conscious at the time that it was dull, or did you realise its dulness only afterwards?"
"Oh, I must have had it in my blood to know the difference between dulness and enjoyment," she said lightly; "otherwise——"
"Well—otherwise?"
"Otherwise," she said smiling at him, "how should I know it now? There is a vast difference between dulness and enjoyment—as vast as that between happiness and misery; and I know them both."