Now she was glad she had studied it until nearly dawn, for she was able to ask just the questions that drew him out, that made him glow. Mazes were his new passion, and he flung himself into discussion.
"But it's such a specialized subject. How do you know so much about it, Christabel?"
"It fascinates me; it always has. Maze! Just that symbolic word—all one's life translated into box or yew."
"Which one do you think we ought to copy for the lower garden here, Ellen?"
"I don't know, Nick."
"Didn't you go through that book I brought? You said you were going to."
"I haven't had time."
"We've kept her too busy with tennis and swimming and talk. But you have a treat in store for you, hasn't she, Nick? I picked it up last night, and I couldn't put it down. The sun was rising when I finished it. Tell me, Nick, could you—but you could, I know—plan a simplified one for me like that old one at
