A cool vision of the Bernese Alps encircled the young schoolmaster; and she said, "It would influence girls; I dare say."
"A harder matter with boys, of course—at first. We think we may make it serve."
"And where is the spot? Is that fixed on?"
"Fifteen miles from Berne, on elevated land, neighbouring a water, not quite to be called a lake, unless in an auctioneer's advertisement."
"I am glad of the lake. I could not look on a country home where there was no swimming. You will be head of the school."
"There must be a head."
"Is the school likely to be established soon?"
He fell into her dead tone: "Money is required for establishments.
I have a Reversion coming some day; I don't dabble in post obits."
He waited for farther questions. They were at an end.
"You have your work to do, Mr. Weyburn."