"Yes, it hasn't been possible to come before. But of course you have had my letters—I mean about Mr. Moore? I have written twice a day. Is that the book Minerva said was an easy-looking one, not exciting—'Adam Bede?' What do you suppose she calls exciting?"
"The 'Wide, Wide World,' I presume."
He sat down on the bench near her. Carlos stalked out of the bushes, surveyed them, and then, with great dignity, secluded himself again.
"He misses Garda," Margaret said.
"I suppose Garda is still pursuing her triumphant career over there?"
"I don't know what you mean by triumphant. She is very happy."
"That's what I mean; it's extremely triumphant to be so happy, isn't it?"
"I am sure I don't know."
"You mean you have never been either?—Margaret, I have come to speak about your going away. Are you still thinking of going?"
"Yes; as soon as I am a little stronger."