"That's the fashionable theatre, isn't it?"
Henry's knowledge of London was still very limited, and he seldom visited the theatre, chiefly because Gilbert, who had to visit them all, spoke of the English drama with contempt.
"Yes," Gilbert replied. "All the Jews and dukes go there. Suppose we go for a row on the Serpentine, Quinny? You can pull the oars for an hour. It'll do you no end of good, and I'll lie in the bottom of the boat and watch you. That'll do me no end of good. Come on, let's get out of this!"
4
They came away from the boathouse, and as they walked towards Hyde Park Corner, a motor-car drove slowly past them.
"Who's that?" said Henry, as Gilbert raised his hat to the lady who was seated in the car.
"Lady Cecily Jayne," Gilbert answered.
"Oh!... She's very beautiful."
"Think so?"
"Yes."