'What shall we do till four o'clock?' I inquired disconsolately, leaning my elbows on the window-sill and watching the heat dancing outside over the shingle.
'Do?' said somebody, stopping beneath the window; 'why, walk with us to Stubbenkammer, of course.'
It was Ambrose, clad from head to foot in white linen, a cool and beautiful vision.
'You here? I thought you were going to stay in Binz?'
'We came across for the day in a steamer. My mother is waiting for me in the shade. She sent me to get some biscuits, and then we are going to Stubbenkammer. Come too.'
'Oh but the heat!'
'Wait a minute. I'm coming in there to get the biscuits.'
He disappeared round the corner of the house, the door being behind.
'He is good-looking, isn't he?' I said to Charlotte.
'I dislike that type of healthy, successful, self-satisfied young animal.'