"I'm so glad you didn't. I think it's rather a novel sensation to be caught in a tree."
"Everything is a sensation to you, Lord Canning."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha. When you are my age, Miss Stillwater, you will also appreciate a new sensation. May I ask the object of those violent efforts?"
"Lord Canning—do you realize you're on the tree as well as in it. There's an immense branch extending under the water, and with our combined weight we won't get off in a hurry."
"Where is the hurry—there are no trains to be caught, I believe."
"Yes, but I wanted to show you the lake this morning—that would be something. There is so much for you to do and see."
"Restless little American spirit," said Lord Canning. "Now if you will hand me that oar—although I appreciate your anxiety to show me everything without delay—I, with my slow English methods—prefer to take things by degrees—if you have no objection, Miss Stillwater; I am enjoying this immensely."
"Really," said Indiana doubtfully.
"I give you my word. Now let me have things my own way. There's no necessity to show me the whole lake at once. I would rather prolong the pleasure—"
"We're off!"