"Have you seen St. Paul's?" demanded Colonel Tracy next day at lunch.
"Seen St. Paul!" The girl had not fallen yet into London colloquialisms, and a sudden question from her father always had a bewildering effect.
"Cathedral."
"No, never."
"I'll take you this afternoon—by omnibus. Get ready sharp, you know."
"O father, can we stay to the Service?"
"What for?"
"I should so like it."
"Don't know. I must be back by half-past four."
No hope then. But any innovation in the daily round was delightful, and Dorothea had never been satiated with sight-seeing. She made short work of her dressing, and Colonel Tracy looked in surprise at her bright face.