Paul got up again, with rather more than his usual show of energy, and turned and stared at his visitor.
"Really, Katharine," he said, with a slowly dawning smile of amusement.
"Oh, I know all that," exclaimed Katharine, with an impatient gesture. "But the sun was shining, and I had to come, and you'll have to put up with it."
Paul looked as though he should have no difficulty in putting up with it; and he went outside, and sported his oak.
"Won't you sit down, and tell me why you have come?" he suggested, when he came back again. Katharine dropped into a chair, and laughed.
"How can you ask? Why, it is my half-term holiday; and the sun's shining. Look!"
"I believe it is, yes," he said, glancing towards the gently flapping blind. "Has that got anything to do with it?"
"Of course it has. I believe, I do believe you never would have known it was a fine day at all, if I had not come to see you!"
"I can hardly believe that you did come to see me for the purpose of telling me it was a fine day," said Paul.
Katharine leaned over the back of her chair, and nodded at him.