‘You are fond of this place,’ he said.
‘Not particularly.’
‘Then why do you choose it?’
‘It does for a holiday as well as any other.’
He was gazing at her, and with the look which Nancy resented, the look which made her feel his social superiority. He seemed to observe her features with a condescending gratification. Though totally ignorant of his life and habits, she felt a conviction that he had often bestowed this look upon girls of a class below his own.
‘How do you like those advertisements of soaps and pills along the pier?’ he asked carelessly.
‘I see no harm in them.’
Perversity prompted her answer, but at once she remembered Crewe, and turned away in annoyance. Tarrant was only the more good-humoured.
‘You like the world as it is? There’s wisdom in that. Better be in harmony with one’s time, advertisements and all.’ He added, ‘Are you reading for an exam?’
‘I? You are confusing me with Miss. Morgan.’