A knot of idlers and lookers-on watched the embarkation, for on Sunday the river is forsaken, and they were the only adventurers on its blue expanse.

Off they pushed, Miss Bretherton, Kendal, Mr.Stuart, and Forbes in one boat, the remaining members of the party in the other.

Isabel Bretherton had thrown off the wrap which she always carried with her, and which she had gathered round her in the cathedral, and it lay about her in green fur-edged folds, bringing her white dress into relief, the shapely fall of the shoulders and all the round slimness of her form.

As Kendal took the stroke oar, after he had arranged everything for her comfort, he asked her if Oxford was what she had expected.
'A thousand times better!' she said eagerly.
'You have a wonderful power of enjoyment.

One would think your London life would have spoilt it a little.' 'I don't think anything ever could.