“Then why does it produce a Professor Fortescue now and then?”
“Possibly as a corrective.”
“Or perhaps for fun,” said Hadria.
CHAPTER XXIII.
“PROFESSOR THEOBALD, if you are able to resist the fascinations of this old house you are made of sterner stuff than I thought.”
“I can never resist fascinations, Lady Engleton.”
“Do you ever try?”
“My life is spent in the endeavour.”
“How foolish!” Whether this applied to the endeavour or to the remark, did not quite appear. Lady Engleton’s graceful figure leant over the parapet.