These words were spoken in the hall after he had bidden adieu to the
major.

"If you meant a compliment it is a very doubtful one," she replied,
laughing. "Do you mean that I am worse than the weather which gives
papa the horrors, and Mrs. Mayburn the rheumatism?"

"And me one of the most delightful mornings I ever enjoyed," he added,
interrupting her. "You were in league with your wood fire. The garish
sunshine of a warm day robs a house of all cosiness and snugness.
Instead of being depressed by the storm and permitting others to be
dull, you have the art of making the clouds your foil."

"Possibly I may appear to some advantage against such a dismal
background," she admitted.

"My meaning is interpreted by my unconscionably long visit. I now must
reluctantly retreat into the dismal background."

"A rather well-covered retreat, as papa might say, but you will need
your umbrella all the same;" for he, in looking back at the archly
smiling girl, had neglected to open it.

"I am glad it is not a final retreat," he called back. "I shall return
this evening reinforced by my aunt."

"Well," exclaimed that lady when he appeared before her, "lunch has
been waiting ten minutes or more."

"I feared as much," he replied, shaking his head ruefully.