“Ah, you hunt?”
“Mr. Kingcote is shocked, Ada. He thinks that at my age I should have abandoned all such vanities.”
“Or perhaps wonders more,” remarked the girl, “that you ever indulged in them.”
Kingcote looked from one to the other, but kept silence.
“Oh, but we have altogether forgotten Sir Thomas!” Isabel exclaimed. “Where is he? Do read us something, Mr. Kingcote.”
Kingcote hesitated.
“There are many passages marked in the book,” he said. “Will you let me leave it with you, that you may glance through it? Perhaps it is better suited for reading to oneself.”
“Very well; but I will do more than glance. I once knew what it was even to study, Mr. Kingcote, though you will have a difficulty in believing it.”
“The idea is not so incongruous,” he said, half seriously.
“Though passably so. You are not going?”