“You’re the only one who’s in a hurry.” he remarked.
“No, I’m not. Mr. Ellerton is in just as much of a hurry.”
“Then he bears disappointment better.”
“What in the world did papa and—well, and Lady Deane, you know—want to stop here for?”
“You don’t seem to understand how interesting Marseilles is. Let me read you a passage. ‘Marseilles was a colony founded about 600 B.C.’—What? Oh, all right! We’ll skip a bit. ‘In 1792 hordes of galley-slaves were sent hence to Paris, where they committed frightful excesses.’ That’s what Maud and your father are going to do. ‘It was for them that Rouget—’ I say, what’s the matter, Miss Dora?”
“I don’t know why you should enjoy teasing me, but you have nearly made me cry, so perhaps you’ll be happy now.”
“You tried to take me in. I pretended to be taken in. That’s all.”
“Well, it was very unkind of you.”
“So, after all, it’s not a matter of indifference to you at what rate we travel, as you said in the train to-day?”
“Oh, I had to. I—I couldn’t let papa see.”