indifference or open enmity.

'How I delight in this landscape!' she exclaimed. 'Is it not ever so much
better than Norway?' appealing to Brian.

'It is a milder, smaller kind of beauty,' he answered. 'Would you not
like to see Norway?'

'I would like to see all that is lovely on earth; yet I think I could be
content to spend, a life-time here. This must seem strange to you, who
grow weary of that beautiful Abbey.'

'It is not of his house, but of himself, that a man grows weary,'
answered Brian.

Robin was in a vivacious humour, and rattled the car across the hills at
a good pace. They had a quarter of an hour to wait at the busy little
station. Brian and Ida walked up and down the platform talking, while
Reginald looked after the pony and the luggage. They found so much to say
to each other, that the train seemed to come too soon.

They bade each other good-bye with a tender look on Brian's part, a blush
on Ida's. Reginald had to push his cousin away from the carriage window,
in order to get a word with the departing guest.

'We shall all miss you awfully,' he said; 'but mind, you must come back
at Christmas.'

'I shall be only too glad, if Mrs. Wendover will have me. Good-bye.'