'Come along, come along,' said Wemyss, getting up quickly, for he too felt the gust of cold wind. 'Let's finish the château or we'll be late for lunch. I wish they hadn't preserved so many of these places—one would have been quite enough to show us the sort of thing.'
'But we needn't go and look at them all,' said Lucy.
'Oh yes we must. We've arranged to.'
'But Everard——' began Lucy, following after him as he followed after the conductress, who had a way of darting out of sight round corners.
'This woman's like a lizard,' panted Wemyss, arriving round a corner only to see her disappear through an arch. 'Won't we be happy when it's time to go back to England and not have to see any more sights.'
'But why don't we go back now, if you feel like it?' asked Lucy, trotting after him as he on his big legs pursued the retreating conductress, and anxious to show him, by eagerness to go sooner to The Willows than was arranged, that she wasn't being morbid.
'Why, you know we can't leave before the 3rd of April,' said Wemyss, over his shoulder. 'It's all settled.'
'But can't it be unsettled?'
'What, and upset all the plans, and arrive home before my birthday?' He stopped and turned round to stare at her. 'Really, my dear——' he said.
She had discovered that my dear was a term of rebuke.