Miriam sat up and laughed, showing dark eyes and shining little teeth which transformed her face into a childish one.
"Is he different?"
"I couldn't see very well."
"He is different," Rupert said; and John, on the window-seat, put down his book to listen.
"Tell us," Miriam said.
"Nothing much, but he is older."
"So are we."
"Not in his way."
"We haven't had the chance," Miriam complained. "I suppose you mean he has been doing things he ought not to do in London."
"Not necessarily," Rupert answered lightly and John picked up his book again. He generally found that his excursions into the affairs of men and women were dull and fruitless, while his book, on the subject of manures, satisfied his intellect and was useful in its results.