"I believe you are impudent," laughed the beauty.
"I know I'm imprudent."
"Oh!" She carefully dropped her leader in the riffles. "There's no law keeping you in this neighborhood, you know. Try India for a change."
"There's nothing to keep the trout on the line—except the hook."
Her smile told of lazy but amiable derision. "It's a great pity about you."
"Awf'ly glad you feel so. Some poet chap said that pity is akin to love."
"I think it would do you good to take a long walk, Mr. Verinder."
"With Miss Seldon?" he wanted to know cautiously.
"Alone," she told him severely. "It would be a rest."
"A rest for me—or for you?"