"So they were. Hugh always sends the most mean ones. Weren't you in the train with us yesterday?"
"Yes. I saw you first at the bookstall at Tiverton."
"Didn't you think the people in the carriage detestable? I nearly died with the heat and stuffiness."
"It was dreadfully hot and noisy."
"Noisy! I don't know which was worse—the baby or the banjo! You were better off sitting by the window, though that fat old man would keep talking to you."
"He was rather kind," said Isobel; "I didn't mind him."
"I suppose you're staying at Silversands, aren't you?"
"Yes, at 4 Marine Terrace."
"We're in Marine Terrace too, at No. 12. We have the upstairs suite. They're not bad rooms for a little place like this, but they don't know how to wait. Mother says she wishes they'd build a hotel here. What's it like at No. 4?"
"It's quite comfortable," replied Isobel. "We have a nice landlady."