CHAPTER XVI.
One sunny forenoon, as Agatha sat reading on the doorstep of the conservatory, the shadow of her parasol deepened, and she, looking up for something denser than the silk of it, saw Trefusis.
"Oh!" She offered him no further greeting, having fallen in with his habit of dispensing, as far as possible, with salutations and ceremonies.
He seemed in no hurry to speak, and so, after a pause, she began, "Sir Charles--" "Is gone to town," he said.

"Erskine is out on his bicycle.

Lady Brandon and Miss Lindsay have gone to the village in the wagonette, and you have come out here to enjoy the summer sun and read rubbish.

I know all your news already." "You are very clever, and, as usual, wrong.

Sir Charles has not gone to town.