But the summer "holidays" brought a marked difference; they were holidays for almost every one but the animals in the cage.

The August days were flat and dry, and, with so little to feed it, she was conscious of the ebb of her interest in the secrets of the refined.

She was in a position to follow the refined to the extent of knowing--they had made so many of their arrangements with her aid--exactly where they were; yet she felt quite as if the panorama had ceased unrolling and the band stopped playing.

A stray member of the latter occasionally turned up, but the communications that passed before her bore now largely on rooms at hotels, prices of furnished houses, hours of trains, dates of sailings and arrangements for being "met"; she found them for the most part prosaic and coarse.

The only thing was that they brought into her stuffy corner as straight a whiff of Alpine meadows and Scotch moors as she might hope ever to inhale; there were moreover in especial fat hot dull ladies who had out with her, to exasperation, the terms for seaside lodgings, which struck her as huge, and the matter of the number of beds required, which was not less portentous: this in reference to places of which the names--Eastbourne, Folkestone, Cromer, Scarborough, Whitby--tormented her with something of the sound of the plash of water that haunts the traveller in the desert.