"Is it for you to ask me that, as the filing said to the magnet?"
Sir Douglas went in search of maps and guide-books, and Mr Dickinson took a low chair beside Lady Munro.
"I need not ask if you are enjoying your tour," he said. "You are looking famously."
"Oh yes, I think this primitive world quite charming, and the air is so bracing! You have no idea what a pedestrian I have become. When Mona and my husband go off on breakneck excursions, Evelyn and I walk for hours—the whole day long nearly."
Mona looked up hastily. She had never heard of these wonderful walks; but her eyes met Evelyn's, and her question died on her lips.
"And Sir Douglas?" asked Mr Dickinson.
Lady Munro laughed, a low sweet laugh. "Oh, of course, he always grumbles; he says he has lived on roast leather and boiled flannel ever since we came. But he is enjoying himself immensely. It is a great thing for him to have Mona's company, as indeed it is for all of us. I am afraid she finds us dreadfully stupid. You have no idea what books she reads."
"At the present moment," said Mona gravely, "I am reading Moths."
Everybody laughed.
"Then you are meditating a cutting critique," said her aunt.