"Sunday! Why Sunday?"
"Music, and all the world there. It's the most beautiful scene, in the first place, and the most amusing, that you can find. There is everybody there, Sandie; people from all the quarters of the earth; of all nationalities and costumes; the oddest and the prettiest; everybody you know and everybody you don't know."
"But why on Sunday?"
"Oh, that's the special day; that and Thursday, I believe; but I generally have something else to do Thursday; and anyhow there isn't as good a show. I rarely go Thursday."
"And Sunday you have nothing else to do. I see."
"Well, Sandie, of course we have been to church in the morning, you know. There is nothing to go to in the afternoon. What should one do?"
"Miss Copley, do you enjoy the Pincian on Sunday evenings?"
"I have not tried it," said Dolly.
"Your mother and father were there, though, last Sunday," said Christina. "Sandie, what are you thinking of? You have some superstitious objection? I daresay you have!"
"Not I," said Mr. Shubrick. "But it occurs to me that there is a command somewhere, touching the question."