"It isn't for me to advise, but wouldn't a change of air and scene be good, don't you think ?" Damaris assured her not--in any case not yet.

Later, after Christmas, she and her father might very likely go abroad.

But till then they had a full programme of guests.
"Colonel Carteret comes to us next week; and my aunt Felicia always likes to be here in November.

She enjoys that month at the seaside, finding it, she says, so poetic." Damaris smiled, her eyes at once, and more than ever, eloquent and unfathomable.
"And I learned only this morning an old Anglo-Indian friend of ours, Mrs.
Mackinder, whom I should be quite dreadfully sorry to miss, is spending the autumn at Stourmouth." Mrs.Horniblow permitted herself a dash.
"At Stourmouth--yes ?" she ventured.

"That reminds me.