a manner he had been and who had liked him better than some others did.
"George had ideas about a great many things."
Julia Dallow appeared to be conscious that it would be rather odd on such an occasion to take this up. It was even odd in Nick to have said it. "Broadwood is just right," she rejoined at last. "It's neither too small nor too big, and it takes care of itself. There's nothing to be done: you can't spend a penny."
"And don't you want to use it?"
"We can go and stay with them," said Mrs. Dallow.
"They'll think I bring them an angel." And Nick covered her hand, which was resting on the stile, with his own large one.
"As they regard you yourself as an angel they will take it as natural of you to associate with your kind."
"Oh, my kind!" murmured Nick, looking at the cows.
Mrs. Dallow turned away from him as if she were starting homeward, and he began to retrace his steps with her. Suddenly she said: "What did you mean that night in Paris?"
"That night?"
"When you came to the hotel with me, after we had all dined at that place with Peter."
"What did I mean?"
"About your caring so much for the fine arts. You seemed to want to frighten me."
"Why should you have been frightened? I can't imagine what I had in my head: not now."
"You are vague," said Julia, with a little flush.
