"Where is Christine?" he asked.
I came back into the traces at once. "Over there in the hammock. You wish to go to the house first, I suppose?"
"Of course not."
"But she did not come to meet you, Edward, although she knew you had landed."
"Of course not, also."
"I do not understand you two."
"And of course not, a third time," said Edward, looking down at me with a smile. "What do peaceful little artists know about war?"
"Is it war?"
"Something very like it, Kitty. What is that you are carrying?"
"Oh! my new sketch. What do you think of it?"