"Are you not working here?"
"Why, not what I call work. Only strolling about watching other people."
Honor changed the subject after a short silence.
"Did you see Christopher on Sunday? I thought you were to do so?"
"Yes; the linen-draper from Plymouth has been at him again. He's mad about Godleigh; he makes a splendid offer to rent it for three years. And he'll spend good money upon improvements annually in addition to quite a fancy rent."
"Did you advise Christopher to accept it?"
"Most certainly I did. It would help to lessen his monetary bothers; but he was in one of his wildly humorous moods and made fun of all things in heaven and earth."
Honor tightened her lips. Their first great quarrel, it appeared, was not weighing very heavily on her lover.
"He refused, of course."
"He said that he would let you decide. But he vows he can't live out of sight of Godleigh and can't imagine himself a trespasser on his own land. He was sentimental. But he has such an artist's mind. 'Tis a pity he's not got some gift of expression as an outlet—pictures or verses or something."