"You might, or you might not," replied Paul.
"Anyhow you might tell me what it is like. Do tell me what it is like, dear Mr. Seaton."
Paul thought for a moment. "It is rather like an ordinary looking-glass," he said, "in fact you couldn't tell the difference."
Isabel laughed. "How silly you are!"
"In some things; but not in this."
"There is the gong!" exclaimed Isabel. "We are late."
At lunch that day Lord Wrexham took upon himself to expound to Paul a new system of surface-drainage, whereof he thought most highly; and so Paul did not again get word with Isabel, till they two started for a walk across the park in the afternoon.
"Lord Wrexham was terribly agrarian to-day, wasn't he?" said Isabel. "He is awfully boring when he begins to explain things."
"But he is a nice man," answered Paul; "and he would be really interesting to listen to, if a fellow wasn't wanting to talk to you all the time instead."
"Oh! I find him dreadfully tiresome when he becomes agricultural and explanatory."