"Your agent ought to be jolly well pleased with you," said Peter indignantly.
"He is not," Marbury asserted. "He thinks I'm too refined. He wants me to tell the people I'm going to inherit seventy thousand acres. He tells me not to cut marble with a razor. He wants it coarse."
They slept at Sandhaven, working back to Highbury on the following day. It was comparatively an easy journey, and they were back at Highbury in time for dinner.
Peter drifted shyly towards Lady Mary, and again was next to her.
"This is lucky," she said as they sat down. "You can tell me about Antony's meetings."
"I'm afraid I don't know the difference between a bad meeting and a good one," said Peter. "But Antony was pleased."
"Have you been speaking?" she asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"What could I say?" objected Peter.