"Very," said Mowbray calmly.
"It is getting warm."
"Yes, Charles; summer is not far distant."
"Summer! I always liked the summer; but we have not then those beautiful blossoms—look how they cluster on the boughs, and what a sweet perfume!"
"Very sweet."
"Then another drawback of summer is its dust. I hate dust; and it is already beginning to invade my hands."
"Wear gloves then, Charles," said Mowbray, smiling at the boyish naïveté of his companion's tone.
"I'd like to know how I can, without the money to buy them," said Hoffland; "you are very unreasonable, Mr. Mowbray!"
Mowbray smiled.
"Have you none?" he said.