'Most demoralising! But we have not settled yet where we are to go
to.'

'What DOES it matter, if we are together?'

'There is a good match at the Oval, the Australians against Surrey.
Would you care to see that?'

'Yes, dear, if you would.'

'And there are matinees at all the theatres.'

'You would rather be in the open air.'

'All I want is that you should enjoy yourself.'

'Never fear. I shall do that.'

'Well, then, first of all I vote that we go and have some lunch.'

They started across the station yard, and passed the beautiful old
stone cross. Among the hansoms and the four-wheelers, the hurrying
travellers, and the lounging cabmen, there rose that lovely
reconstruction of mediaevalism, the pious memorial of a great
Plantagenet king to his beloved wife.

'Six hundred years ago,' said Frank, as they paused and looked up,
'that old stone cross was completed, with heralds and armoured
knights around it to honour her whose memory was honoured by the