"Oh, my!" said Miss Ellis under her breath—which, was silly as well as slightly irritating.
With a casual "Hello!" Julian came marching over to the fireplace.
"You're being very energetic all of a sudden," Napier said, with his smiling malice. "This early worm, Miss Ellis, is Mr. Grant."
"I'm very glad to meet you." She stood up and held out her hand.
"Hasn't it been a splendid morning?" she asked. And did they have many days so un-Scotch-misty as this?
They went on uttering banalities about the morning and the countryside, and smiling into each other's faces.
Napier sat on the fender-stool, chuckling to himself. Fancy old Julian! Do him all the good in the world to have a girl looking at him like that.
She did so want to see as much as ever she could of "this lovely coast." Perhaps Mr. Grant would advise her what to begin with?
Oh, Julian could advise. There was nothing he was readier at.
"Stop! stop!" the girl interrupted, "I mustn't be made greedier than I am; for I've only got two or three days."