'Yes! the view of the Downs from Dewhurst,' she exclaimed. 'Or any point along the ridge. Emma and I once drove there in Summer, with clotted cream from her dairy, and we bought fresh-plucked wortleberries, and stewed them in a hollow of the furzes, and ate them with ground biscuits and the clotted cream iced, and thought it a luncheon for seraphs. Then you dropped to the road round under the sand-heights—and meditated railways!'
'Just a notion or two.'
'You have been very successful in America?'
'Successful; perhaps; we exclude extremes in our calculations of the still problematical.'
'I am sure,' said she, 'you always have faith in your calculations.'
Her innocent archness dealt him a stab sharper than any he had known since the day of his hearing of her engagement. He muttered of his calculations being human; he was as much of a fool as other men—more!
'Oh! no,' said she.
'Positively.'
'I cannot think it.'
'I know it.'