“It is a tempting day,” Ivy owned.
“Do come.”
“Oh—well,” she yielded, “they learn as much when I don’t teach them as when I do; and Justine shall hear them slaughter the verb ‘to be’ in French. Marmora can wait a day.”
“It will wait, on all its four boundaries, for many a day, if I’m any judge of Dick and Ba,” Sên asserted.
Ivy nodded and laughed. “Ring and order Wolf then, while I put on my habit, will you?”
“Thank you,” Sên told her, as he opened the door.
Usually Sên King-lo asked her where they should ride, but today he took the way. And Ivy wondered why he chose the streets he did, keeping some time to the residential streets and circles before he turned towards the country.
“What are we doing, Mr. Sên?” she demanded, as they passed by the Sheridan house for the second time. “And why are we walking? Are you trying to see some one?”
“No one, whom I do not see,” he answered lightly. “But one likes to be seen sometimes.”
“You are going up and down the same streets,” she grumbled.