“I’m sure you must,” he replied.
“You must come and see the garden in the day time,” she added graciously. “From the lawn the view of the mountain is very fine,—if you admire the mountain. I never tire of watching it. It adapts itself to one’s mood. Or perhaps I should say its varying aspects affect one’s mood. I sit out there and study it for hours at a stretch.”
“I should like to do that,” he said.
“Well, you shall, if you care to. I like to share my mountain.”
“Do you ever visit Johannesburg?” he asked.
“I haven’t been there yet.”
“You ought to,” he said. “It is an interesting city. There are some nice homes there, too—and gardens.”
“You have a good garden, I suppose?” Pamela said. “You must have, because you appreciate them.”
“Ah! there are plenty of things which I appreciate that I haven’t got,” he replied. “I am a bachelor, and live at hotels—when I’m above ground,” he added with a smile. “A fairly unenviable existence, eh?”
“Why not change all that, and marry?” she suggested.