"Oh, rather."
"We all understood why you thought you ought to go, and now I've another plan ... yes ... charming.... I'm going to send Pauline away for a month ... with Miss Verney ... yes ... charming, charming plan ... and you must make arrangements at once about your poems ... and then perhaps you could give them to Pauline for her birthday...."
"But I don't think the Rector ought to pay for them," Guy objected.
"The Rector wants to pay for them. But of course he won't say anything about it, and you will have to make the arrangements yourself."
"You're all so good to me, and I feel such a fraud," said Guy.
"You'd better make arrangements with the man you sent them to first ... and Pauline needn't know anything about it ... and I shan't say I've persuaded you not to go to China ... or else she will be worried ... she's looking rather pale ... I think two or three weeks by the seaside ... Lyme Regis perhaps or Cromer ... Lyme Regis, I think, because the trains to Folkestone have been torn out ... yes ... charming, charming."
After lunch Guy told Pauline in the garden that he had decided not to accept the post he had been offered, and she was so obviously overjoyed at his decision, that he no longer had the heart to feel the slightest disappointment.
"Guy, I've been so stupid," she told him. "I've depressed you without any reason, but I will come back from Scarborough quite well."
Guy began to laugh.
"Oh, why are you laughing?"