"And what special line of research are you thinking of pursuing?" he asked, gravely.
Fenella made haste to disclaim any serious purpose. "But it's a useful place, isn't it?" she asked. "This morning I only looked in to thank you."
"To thank me——?"
"For sending my umbrella. I couldn't send a postcard; I didn't know your address."
"It was no trouble." He was still turning the little card round and round. "And so you're running away at once?"
Fenella cast her eyes down. "I can't stay," she said. "I've got a dog with me."
"A dog?"
"Tied to the rails outside near the little house. They'd only keep him 'cos I said I wouldn't be ten minutes. Do you like dogs? I'm taking him for a run."
Paul experienced a sudden zest for adventure. "Suppose we take him for a run together? It's such a glorious fall morning."
"Oh, top-hole!" said Nelly, joining her hands in the old baby fashion that had clung to her. "I mean, how nice! Where shall we ramble? The Gardens?"