"It's been five years since I was here, Miss Herold," he said, smiling. "That was in the old days of the club, when Judge Gilkins and Colonel Vyse used to come here shooting every season. But you don't remember them, I fancy."
"I remember them."
"Really! You must have been quite a child."
"Oh, then you are eighteen, now," he said humorously.
Her grave, young lips were only slightly responsive to his smile.
"You have been here a long time," he said. "Do you find it lonely?"
"Sometimes," she admitted.
"What do you do for recreation?"
"I don't think I know what you mean, Mr. Marche."