“Yes, sometimes,” said Lydia interrogatively.
“I'm glad of that. Then I shall not offend against your scruples if I ask you to join me in a little ramble, and you will refuse from purely personal considerations. Will you walk with me?”
“Yes.” Lydia rose.
“And will you take my arm?” asked Staniford, a little surprised at her readiness.
“Thank you.”
She put her hand upon his arm, confidently enough, and they began to walk up and down the stretch of open deck together.
“Well,” said Staniford, “did Mr. Dunham convince you all?”
“I think he talks beautifully about it,” replied Lydia, with quaint stiffness.
“I am glad you see what a very good fellow he is. I have a real affection for Dunham.”
“Oh, yes, he's good. At first it surprised me. I mean—”