There was a yell of laughter. Hadria advanced across the lawn with quiet dignity, bearing her card-case as one who takes part in a solemn ceremony.
“Where did you fall in with that casket?” enquired Fred.
“And who was the architect of the cathedral?” asked Ernest.
“This casket, as you call it, was presented to me by Mrs. Gordon. The cathedral I designed myself.”
They all crowded round to examine the structure. There were many derisive comments.
“Gothic,” said Ernest, “pure Gothic.”
“I should have described it as ‘Early Perpendicular,’” objected Fred.
“Don’t display your neglected education; it’s beyond all question Gothic. Look at the steeple and the gargoyles and the handsome vegetation. Ruskin would revel in it!”
“Are you really going about in that thing?” asked Algitha.
Hadria wished to know what was the use of designing a Gothic cathedral if one couldn’t go about in it.