A little group about the Sea Lady’s bath chair.
My cousin slackened his pace a little and came up and joined them. The conversation hung at his approach. Chatteris sat back a little, but there seemed no resentment and he sought a topic for the three to discuss in the books Melville carried.
“Books?” he said.
“For Miss Glendower,” said Melville.
“Oh!” said Chatteris.
“What are they about?” asked the Sea Lady.
“Land tenure,” said Melville.
“That’s hardly my subject,” said the Sea Lady, and Chatteris joined in her smile as if he saw a jest.
There was a little pause.