"Surely there will be time enough to-morrow morning for that,
brother," said Lady Belstone.

Sir Timothy had walked to the oriel window, but he turned away as he
answered her.

"I may be otherwise occupied to-morrow."

"But I hope the opportunity may arise before very long," said John,
cheerfully. "I should like to explore these woods."

"You will have to come with _me_, then," said Lady Mary, smiling.
"Timothy hates walking uphill, and I should love to show our beautiful
views to a stranger."

"I do not like you to tire yourself, my dear," said Sir Timothy.

"A walk through Barracombe woods means simply a climb, Mary," said
Lady Belstone; "and you are not strong."

"I am perfectly robust, Isabella. Do allow me at least the use of my
limbs," said Lady Mary, impatiently.

"No woman, certainly no _lady_, can be called _robust_," said Miss
Crewys, severely.

The sudden clanging of a bell changed the conversation.

"Visitors. How tiresome!" said Lady Mary.