"Quite sure," she replied. "In fact I was never better in my life."
"Then why do you want to go back to the Hall?"
"Oh! I don't know. This endless whirl and excitement has got on my nerves, I think."
"But you complained of Cornwall getting on your nerves some time ago."
"Did I? Well, it did seem rather flat and tame at first."
"No, it was not at the beginning. You were delighted with it on your arrival——"
"And I am still," she interrupted. "I think it is just too lovely for anything."
"But have you really got tired of London life?"
"I think it is too stupid for words. Oh! no, I don't mean that exactly. Pardon me, Sir Charles"—seeing the pained look in his eyes—"I won't complain any more if I can help it, I won't really."
"I am very anxious that you should enjoy yourself all you possibly can. Beryl is dreading the time when she will have to go back again."