"Whatever are you doing, Harry? It's nearly eleven o'clock."
"I know that. We've been skating on the Vale. There'll be grand ice to-morrow. Won't you come? You must!"
"I haven't got any skates!"
"Oh, send into town for some. I'll go myself if you'll throw me out an old boot. You don't mean to say you're going to miss it?"
She shook her head and tried to shield herself behind the heavy curtains.
"I fear I'll have to go visiting to-morrow."
"What, those American dollars again! No! They're spoiling you; I thought you had done with that nonsense."
"I did not say they were American. I am going to Richmond to see Eva Achon."
"Oh, hang Eva Achon. We shall have bandy, if it holds. Throw me out that boot, and I'll go away. Your people go to bed in the middle of the day, don't they? It's all locked up like a prison down here."
"I am not in bed, Harry. I am writing a letter."