“Dear me! yes, very warm,” said Daisy.
“Been long in Newport?”
“No; only a few days. We always come, after, Saratoga for a couple of weeks. But isn’t it delightful?”
“Quite so,” said Timon, coolly, and smiling at the idea of anybody’s being enthusiastic about anything. That elegant youth has pumped life dry; and now the pump only wheezes.
“Oh!” continued Daisy, “it’s so pleasant to run away from the hot city, and breathe this cool air. And then Nature is so beautiful. Are you fond of Nature, Mr. Croesus?”
“Tolerably,”’ returned Timon.
“Oh! but Mr. Croesus! to go to the glen and skip stones, and then walk on the cliff, and drive to Bateman’s, and the fort, and to go to the beach by moonlight; and then the bowling-alley, and the archery, and the Germania. Oh! it’s a splendid place. But perhaps, you don’t like natural scenery, Mr. Croesus?”
“Perhaps not,” said Mr. Croesus.
“Well, some people don’t,” said darling little Daisy, folding up her fan, as if quite ready for another turn.
“Come, now; there it is,” said Timon, and, grasping her with his right arm, they glided away.