The well-bred sea shimmered in the moonlight now, and the terrace was so thronged that investigation could be made only in a saunter.
"I wonder where they have got to," she murmured.
Her companion was too contented to be curious.
"We're sure to come upon them in a minute," he said. "Do you abuse Dieppe, too, Miss Walford?"
"Not at all—no. It is mamma who is bored."
"I should like to show you Arques," he said. "I'm sure your mother would be interested by that. Do you think we might drive over one afternoon?"
"I don't know," she replied. "Is it nice?"
"Well, 'nice' isn't what you will call it when you are there. It's a ruined castle, you know; and you can almost 'hear' the hush of the place—it's so solemn, and still, and old. If you're very imaginative, you can hear men clanking about in armour. You would hear the men in armour, I think."
"Am I imaginative?" she smiled.
"Aren't you?" he asked.