Alice, who was looking unusually charming, laughed gaily. "I have left my thoughtful disposition at Tremore," she said in a light tone. "While I am in Rome I must do as the Romans do."
"Do?" said Hardwick; "they don't do anything!"
"But they do, Julian. They work harder than any labourer to kill time. I do not think that I should like to lead this life always, but it is a change from the dullness of Polwellin, you know. The month I have been here has improved my health and spirits. I am sure that I thought too much."
"Possibly! All work and no play is as bad as all play and no work. When do you return?"
"I have no settled time to return. Father says that I can stay as long as I like. Though of course I don't want to outstay my welcome."
"You won't, Alice. Never think that. Amy likes to have you here, and Frederick says that you are the most sensible girl he ever met. You should go with Amy to Cowes later on."
Alice shook her head. "I am not sure. I must go back some time or another, as father won't let me remain away for ever. Besides I really think that I shall grow weary of pleasure. Blue skies and constant sunshine bore one."
"Yes, I quite understand. But remember when you come back you will again be exposed to the attentions of that old mummy."
Alice shuddered. "Don Pablo? Is he as often at Tremore as ever?"