"I have not, and I should like to see it very much." She was delighted with the suggestion. It would be a help to her, a consolation, to see so visible a token of Errington's wealth.
"Curious fellow, Errington," resumed De Burgh. "I suppose he is about the only man who isn't spoiled by the most unbroken prosperity. Still, a fellow who never did anything wrong in his life is rather uninteresting; don't you think so?"
"Has he never done anything wrong? That seems rather incredible."
"If he has, he has kept it deucedly close. But you are right; it is very incredible."
They drove on for a while in silence. It was a delicious morning—a blue sky flecked with fleecy white clouds, bright sunlight, birds singing, hedges budding, all nature welcoming the first sweet intoxication of renewed youth stirring in her veins. Katherine loved the spring-time, and felt its influence profoundly, but it was the first spring in which she had been alone; this time last year she—they—had been at Bordighera. How heavenly fair it had been! But De Burgh was speaking:
"You did not hear, or rather heed, what I said, Miss Liddell; that's not civil."
"Indeed it is not—forgive me. What did you say?"
"I suppose you like country life best, as you demolished Mrs. Ormonde's scheme respecting a house in town so promptly?"
"I enjoy looking at the country, but I know nothing of country life. I am not sure I should like it."
"What's your objection to drawing-rooms and balls—the season generally?"