"Oh—for all the candles I burn! It isn't such awfully hard work, you know."
"What isn't?"
"What I'm doing."
He stopped straight in the narrow path and looked at her.
"I say, what are you doing?"
She told him.
His face expressed surprise and resentment and a curious wonder and bewilderment.
"But I thought—I thought——They told me you were having no end of a time."
"Tunbridge Wells isn't very amusing. No more is Lady Frances."
Again he stopped dead and stared at her.