“Kings, at Cambridge. I was at Eton before that.”
“What sent you out here?”
“Ranching. My brother went in for the army, and we didn’t care to have two of a kind in the same family.”
“It might be a little monotonous,” she assented gravely. “But where is your ranch?”
“I haven’t any yet. I am stopping in Quebec for the winter, and I shall go out, early in the spring.”
“Is Quebec a pleasant place?” she asked, as she crossed the room to the window and stood looking out at the river beneath.
“It’s rather charming, only I don’t know anybody there.”
“Why don’t you get acquainted, then?”
“How can I? I brought some letters; but the people have moved to Vancouver.”
“Yes; but they aren’t the only people in Quebec.”