'Isn't it my duty to make George happy ?' 'What "George"?
If Mr.Sarratt wanted you to paint and powder----' 'He wouldn't be the "George" I married?
There's something in that!' laughed Nelly.

Then she lifted her hand to shade her eyes against the westering sun--'Isn't that Sir William coming ?' She pointed doubtfully to a distant figure walking along the path that skirts the western edge of the lake.

Miss Martin put up her glasses.
'Certainly.

Coming no doubt to give you a lesson.

But where are your sketching things ?' Nelly rose in a hurry.
'I forgot about them when I came out.