This information was so astonishing that Corson was allowed to finish his explanation without further remarks from Mrs. Bowser.
“I'll show you the theater next,” said he, as he led the way out of the temple with Mrs. Bowser giving her views of the picturesque heathen in questions that Corson found no break in the conversation long enough to answer. As I lingered for a moment in some depression of spirit, waiting for the others to file out, a voice that thrilled me spoke in my ear.
“Our guide is enjoying a great favor.” It was Luella, noticing me for the first time since the expedition had started.
“He has every reason to be delighted,” I returned, brightening at the favor I was enjoying.
“Foreign travel is said to be of great value in education,” said Luella, taking my arm, “but it's certainly stupid at times.”
I suspected that Mr. Carter had not been entirely successful in meeting Miss Knapp's ideas of what an escort should be.
“I didn't suppose you could find anything stupid,” I said.
“I am intensely interested,” she retorted, “but unfortunately the list of subjects has come to an end.”
“You might have begun at the beginning again.”
“He did,” she whispered, “so I thought it time he tried the guide or Aunt Julia.”