“I don’t understand,” said Maud.
“I mean girls travelling alone with young men.”
Maud laughed.
“Don’t be anxious on my account,” she said. “I shall outrage no one’s sense of propriety.”
Arthur felt he had done his share, and subsided again.
“Of course you know best,” he said. “I only suggested it in case it had not occurred to you. So Carlingford is going too, is he? I thought he meant to stop here longer?”
“No, he’s going to begin work at once. He says he has got hold of the spirit of the thing. He is so delightfully certain about everything.”
“A little dogmatic sometimes, isn’t he?” asked Arthur.
“No; dogmatists have always the touch of the prig about them. He has none of that.”
Arthur Wrexham put his feet upon a chair.