cold feet."

It was all very colourless and odd.

Gerald returned, saying, "I can't stand your cook. What's she
want to ask me questions for? I can't stand talking to servants.
I say, 'If I speak to you, well and good'--and it's another thing
besides if she were pretty."

"Well, I hope our ugly cook will have lunch ready in a minute,"
said Agnes. "We're frightfully unpunctual this morning, and I
daren't say anything, because it was the same yesterday, and if I
complain again they might leave. Poor Rickie must be starved."

"Why, the Silts gave me all these sandwiches and I've never eaten
them. They always stuff one."

"And you thought you'd better, eh?" said Mr. Dawes, "in case you
weren't stuffed here."

Miss Pembroke, who house-kept somewhat economically, looked
annoyed.

The voice of Mr. Pembroke was now heard calling from the house,
"Frederick! Frederick! My dear boy, pardon me. It was an
important letter about the Church Defence, otherwise--. Come in
and see your room."

He was glad to quit the little lawn. He had learnt too much
there. It was dreadful: they did not love each other.