Miss Sharp joined in.
"I was going to say that"—she said.
I felt like a cross, disappointed child—I knew they were both right though; I was feeling pretty tired and had not an idea in my head. But if I did that, there would be a chance to see her lost—and all the long hours to face alone—.
"I am quite all right and I want to work," I said fretfully—and we started off.
We went up through the lovely allées past Enceledus—and on to the Quinconce du Nord, Miss Sharp walking a little behind my chair.
Here Burton bent over me—.
"It would be good for you to be taking a nap, Sir Nicholas—Indeed it would."
It seemed as if Miss Sharp was abetting him, for she came to my side—.
"If you can get quite comfortable—I would read to you, and you might sleep," she said—.
"We've no book"—I retorted—peeved, and yet pleased at the idea.