The adventures of the night, which had seemed, as they happened, not so very wonderful, now began to appear more surprising, and at the same time more real. And the silence which biscuit-eating demands (unless you are prepared to behave really badly and talk with your mouth full and have the crumbs all over the place) was favourable to reflection—a friend to thought.
‘Do you know,’ said Caroline at last—‘pass the mug, please—do you know, I don’t at all know what we’re going to do with him.’
‘I was just thinking that,’ said Charlotte.
‘So was I,’ said Charles.
‘But I’ve been thinking——’
‘So have I,’ said the other two together.
‘What?’ asked Caroline, stopping short.
‘What you have,’ said Charlotte, and Charles repeated her words.
‘Then I needn’t tell you what I thought,’ said Caroline briefly.
I think they were all getting, perhaps, a little sleepy—or the effect of the fern-seed was wearing off.