She looked round cautiously, and with a laugh set off, swiftly as the ulster allowed, till she was out of breath.
'We used to run miles,' she panted. 'It's absurd that we can't run now.'
'Old age, dear. This it is to get fat and sleek in town. When I wished to pull your hair you generally ran for three miles, shrieking at the top of your voice. I ought to know, because those shrieks were meant to call up Mrs. Jennett with a cane and——'
'Dick, I never got you a beating on purpose in my life.'
'No, of course you never did. Good heavens! look at the sea.'
'Why, it's the same as ever!' said Maisie.
Torpenhow had gathered from Mr. Beeton that Dick, properly dressed and shaved, had left the house at half-past eight in the morning with a travelling-rug over his arm. The Nilghai rolled in at mid-day for chess and polite conversation.
'It's worse than anything I imagined,' said Torpenhow.
'Oh, the everlasting Dick, I suppose! You fuss over him like a hen with one chick. Let him run riot if he thinks it'll amuse him. You can whip
