She did not stop to think that he had never sent for her; had never indeed shown a particle of interest in her until they had met face to face.
"But since you are here," he continued, "well--I have been doing fairly well in my business lately, and I thought we might take a little holiday together, at some quiet village by the sea.

You know nothing of England.
I have been thinking it all out this morning.

There is no country more beautiful or more typical than Dorsetshire.

Besides, you were born there.
What do you say to three weeks or so in Dorsetshire?
We will stay at an hotel in Weymouth for a few days and look about for a house." "Father!" exclaimed Sylvia, leaning forward with shining eyes.

"It will be splendid.