Dimbie was balancing a piece of cake on Jumble's nose.
"I'm so glad."
"Thank you," he said simply.
"What are you glad about?" asked Dimbie, looking around.
"That the sun is coming out for Jane and Dr. Renton after the long, long gloom."
Dimbie gazed at me.
"I don't see why you should be specially glad for them. I think we require the sun much more than they, as we are lazy people who lie about and do nothing. Besides, it has only been dull for three or four days. You can't expect this wonderful summer to go on forever. You've become exacting, captious."
"It has been more or less dull for eight years," I remarked sententiously; and Dimbie, after again staring at me, returned to Jumbles, as though cats were easier to understand than women.
The Doctor and I smiled.
"I should wear grey flannel and a soft, grey hat—grey goes so well with hair of the same colour," I observed.