CHAPTER XIV
THE MINERAL WOMAN
Next day Rupert felt more alive, as he explained.
‘Now, look here,’ he said at breakfast, ‘suppose we go and discover the North Pole.’
‘That would be nice,’ said Caroline; ‘the attics? We’ve never explored them yet.’
‘No, attics are for wet days,’ said Rupert.
‘Not the real North Pole, you don’t mean?’ said Charles, quite ready to believe that Rupert might mean anything, however wonderful and adventurous.
‘No,’ said Rupert; ‘what I thought of was a via medias res.’
‘Latin,’ explained Charles to the girls.