Where are you going this year ?' she asked.
'To Matanga,' said Drake.
'Matanga! Oh no.' The words slipped from her lips before she was able to check them.
'I think that my place is there,' returned Drake, 'at all events for the moment.

I shall go as soon as the House rises.' 'I thought you didn't mean to leave London again.' 'One gets over ideas of that kind.

After all, my interests lie in Matanga, and one gets a kind of affection for the place which makes your fortune.' The recantation was uttered with sufficient awkwardness.

But Clarice was too engrossed in her own thoughts to notice his embarrassment.

'Do you remember when I first met you ?' she asked.