“Up-stream, Michelle.” And the poles were out, and they went away slowly up the watery slope.
“Do you mind talking at the back of a man’s head?” said Carington. “I might have shifted the chair, and my own position—I will, if you like.”
“No; it has its advantages,” and she laughed, remembering another occasion.
“Such as—”
“I leave that to your imagination.”
“I have none.”
“Then to your reason.”
“Gone! Retired from business.”
“I found it advantageous—once.”
“You mean when I was bowman. I thought I was to be forgiven.”