did the men might become more reasonable and sane about it than they are
now. But you--what have you been doing?"

"I--oh, industriously superintending the making of my new nets." Marian
laughed and Howard was flattered. "And also, well, riding in the Park every
morning. But I never do anything interesting. I simply drift."

"That's so much simpler and more satisfactory than threshing and splashing
about as I do. It seems so fussy and foolish and futile. I wish--that is,
sometimes I wish--that I had learned to amuse myself in some less violent
and exhausting way."

"Marian--I say, Marian," called Mrs. Sidney. "Has Teddy come down?"

Miss Trevor coloured slightly as she answered: "No, he comes a week
Wednesday. He's still hunting."

"Hunting," Howard repeated when Mrs. Sidney was again busy with the others.
"Now there is a kind of work that never bothers a man's brains or sets him
to worrying. I wish I knew how to amuse myself in some such way."

"You should go about more."

"Go--where?"

"To see people."

"But I do see a great many people. I'm always seeing them--all day long."

"Yes--but that is in a serious way. I mean go where you will be amused--to