The sea was calm and full of old-fashioned brigs and barques. She
watched them growing small like pictures floating between a green sea
and a mauve sky; and then was surprised to see the white cliffs so
near; and the blowing woodland was welcome after the treeless French
plain.

Harold was to meet her at Victoria, and when she had answered his
questions regarding the crossing, and they had taken their seats in
the suburban train, he said:

'You're looking a little tired, you've been over-doing it.'

'Yes, I've been working pretty hard,' she said, and the conversation
paused.

The trap was waiting for them at the station and, when they got in,
Mildred said: 'I wonder what there will be for dinner.'

'I think there is boiled salmon and a roast leg of mutton. Will that
suit you?'

'Well,' said Mildred, 'isn't that taking a somewhat sudden leap?'

'Leap where?'

'Why, into England. I should have thought that some sort of dish--a
roast chicken or a boiled chicken would have been a _pas de Calais_
kind of dish.'