I know nobody in London who could teach me to do either the one or
the other.'

'Well, I suppose you'll go out till luncheon-time?' said Mr.
Newthorpe. 'Egremont wants to have a pull. You'll excuse an old
man.'

They left the house, and for an hour drank the breath of the
hillsides. Paula was at first taciturn. Very unlike herself she
dabbled her fingers over the boat-side, and any light remark that
she made was addressed to her cousin. Annabel exerted herself to
converse, chiefly telling of the excursions that had been made with
Paula during the past week.

'What have you been doing in Jersey?' Paula asked of Egremont,
presently. Her tone was indifferent, a little condescending.

'Reading.'

'Novels?'

'No.'

'And where are you going next?'

'I shall live in London. My travels are over, I think.'

'We have heard that too often,' said Annabel. 'Did you ever
calculate how many miles you have travelled since you left Oxford?'