Marjory laughed. “Sufficiently so, I hope, to know the difference between Greeks and Romans. But, however,—for the last three years. Tell me all about them.”
“Am I to begin with the Flood, like a professional chronicler?”
“Well, no. I think the Conquest would be soon enough.”
“Delicious Aunt Marjory! How many weary centuries you excuse me!”
“How many, Magot?”
“Oh, please don’t! How can I possibly tell? If you really want to know, I will send for Father Nicholas.”
Marjory laughed, and kissed the lively face turned up to her.
“Idle Magot! Well, go on.”
“I don’t think I am idle, fair Aunt. But I do detest learning dates.—Well, now,—was it in April you left us? I know it was very soon after my Lady of Cornwall was married, but I do not remember exactly what month.”
“It was in May,” said Marjory, shortly.