"I had a job. Consequently it became wildly possible that I might get another."
"Oh, is that all? I hoped it was something interesting and romantic."
"It is interesting—though I suppose it's not romantic." In fact it had possessed for him some of the qualities implied by that hard-worked word. "But my clerk can wire me if anything turns up." He laughed at himself. "Nothing will, you know, but it flatters my pride to think it might."
"It won't flatter my pride if you run away from us again." She rose. "Get your hat and I'll show you round a bit. The others are all out, doing something."
"Who's here?"
"Only the Norton Wards and Sir Christopher. Sir Oliver's been here, but he had to go up on some business. He's coming back in a few days. The others are here just for the week-end."
"But I'm here for a month! Isn't that glorious?"
"Well, you know, something may happen——"
"Oh, no, I shan't be sent for. I'm sure I shan't. Anyhow I could come back, couldn't I?"
"Yes, if you wanted to. The house would always be at your disposal, Cousin Arthur." Her smile was mocking, but she laid her hand on his arm with the old suggestion of a caress, adding, "Let's get out and enjoy it, while we can, anyhow."