and their dismay and remonstrance and reproaches--of her fear and
determination in insisting and carrying her point and making them begin
to be interested in her plan.

But she shared her father's satisfaction in impressing the Dutchman.
She knew that she was at one with him in that. She glanced at him.
There could be no doubt that he was playing the r™le of the English
gentleman. Poor dear. It was what he had always wanted to be. He had
sacrificed everything to the idea of being a "person of leisure and
cultivation." Well, after all, it was true in a way. He was--and he
had, she knew, always wanted her to be the same and she _was_ going
to finish her education abroad . . . in Germany. . . . They were nearing
a little low quay backed by a tremendous saffron-coloured hoarding
announcing in black letters "Sunlight Zeep."



3


"Did you see, Pater; did you _see?_"

They were walking rapidly along the quay.

"Did you see? Sunlight _Zeep!_"

She listened to his slightly scuffling stride at her side.

Glancing up she saw his face excited and important. He was not
listening. He was being an English gentleman, "emerging" from the Dutch