“There’s no sense in love at all,” Jacob groaned.
“If we must talk,” Sybil suggested, quickening her pace a little, “let us talk of something else. How are you enjoying your millions?”
“Not at all.”
“Why not?”
“I’m lonely.”
“Poor man!” she scoffed.
Lady Mary rejoined them.
“Well, I must go,” she announced. “Take me to the gates, won’t you, Mr. Pratt? Good-by, Miss Bultiwell. How these children have improved since you had the charge of them.”
“Au revoir, Miss Bultiwell,” Jacob ventured.
She leaned towards him as he turned to follow Lady Mary.