"Do you know Skeaton?" he asked her. Skeaton! Where had she heard of the place? Why, of course, it was Caroline!
"Only yesterday I heard of it for the first time," she said. "A friend of mine knows some one there."
"Beastly place," said Mr. Mark. "Sand always blowing into your eyes."
Mr. and Mrs. Trenchard got up to go.
He stood a moment holding Maggie's hand. "If ever you come to Skeaton, Miss Cardinal," he said, "we shall be delighted ..." His eyes she noticed were light blue like a baby's. She felt that he liked her and would not forget her.
"Come, Paul," said Miss Trenchard, rather sharply Maggie fancied.
Soon afterwards Philip departed. "Must finish that beastly thing," he assured his wife.
"It's an article," Katherine Mark explained. "He's always writing about politics. I hate them, so he pretends to hate them too. But he doesn't really. He loves them."
"I know nothing about politics," said Maggie with profound truth. "Your husband must be very clever."
"He's better than that," said Katherine with pride; "I hate perfect people, don't you?"