"Why, are you up already?" his hostess says. "We have been walking as lightly as we could, for we thought you were both asleep. And Mary has been heaping maledictions on the head of the Government because it doesn't subsidise all you microscope-men. The next thing she will want is a licence for the whole of you to be allowed to vivisect criminals."
"I heard something of what Miss Avon said," he admitted.
The girl, looking rather aghast, glanced at the open skylight.
"We thought you were asleep," she stammered, and with her face somewhat flushed.
"At least, I heard you say something about the Government," he said, kindly. "Well, all I ask from the Government is to give me a trip like this every summer."
"What," says his hostess, "with a barometer that won't fall?"
"I don't mind."
"And seas like glass?"
"I don't mind."
"And the impossibility of getting back to land?"