"Yes, I have read it. I read a great deal, and papa has brought me up on rather liberal lines. Do you think that I ought not to have read 'Ghosts'?"
She herself had seen no harm it, had not perhaps fully understood it, as she candidly confessed. He had not ventured to tell her that the study of such a drama of physiological heredity was, to say the least, unnecessary for a young girl; he had answered vaguely, and she had coloured yet more deeply, and said no more.
"She must have regarded me as a prig of a schoolmaster!" thought he, ill at ease. "Why should she not read what she likes? She does not need my permission for her reading; she is grown up enough. She must have thought me a pedantic owl."
"Frank!" said Bertie again.
"What?" said Frank, startled.
"We leave this place to-morrow morning, I suppose?"
"Yes, that was our plan. At least if the weather improves."
"What is the name of the next outlandish spot we are going to?"
"Veblungsnaes; and from thence to Romsdal and Gudbrandsdal."
"And the Rhodes?"