“Are you a patient?” asked Manvers.
“Yes, under treatment. I have been on the Acropolis all the morning, with my brother and Mr. Carlingford. You’re not a patient, are you, Arthur?”
“It struck me I was very patient,” said he.
Maud reflected a moment.
“No, it’s not at all a good joke, dear; it’s not either good enough or bad enough to be good.”
“Extremes meet, you know,” explained Tom.
“That’s why you and Mr. Manvers come and stay at the same hotel, I suppose,” said she.
“We don’t often meet,” remarked Manvers. “Tom goes to the Acropolis, and I sit on the balcony.”
“Then why did you come to Athens?” asked Maud; “surely there are better balconies elsewhere.”
“He’s really becoming a convert,” said Tom; “he’s not so black as he paints himself.”