"Then why," asked her sister, "does she encourage him so shamefully?"
"I have noted nothing very marked," replied her sister.
"You were not on the lake yesterday afternoon. I was, sailing with Larry——"
"And you object to Travers riding out with his friends?"
"But Larry is a gentleman. He will bring no disgrace on our name. Now that we are engaged, I suppose I may sometimes venture with him; even amongst all these prying eyes that I am getting to hate."
"For my part," replied Maud, "I rejoice in the life and movement that presents itself everywhere here."
"But you're a saint, Maud. You like common people. I confess I do not. But to return to the wretched rencontre. As we were gliding amongst the dingeys and skiffs, in which these spoilt people were disporting themselves as though all the lake belonged to them"
"So it does."
"Maud, dear, do not interrupt me. Just as I was thinking how beautiful the scene was—here a boat-load of crowing children and smiling parents—there some lads learning to row—here a party of girls and young men bobbing under a jibboom——"
"I am sure they were all behaving themselves."
"Simply because they had to do so. They knew that if there was any shrieking or rudeness they would be ordered to shore by the ubiquitous Master of Ceremonies who was cruising round. It's no credit for them to behave themselves here; they have to do so."
"They like to," said Maud. "Public opinion is opposed to coarseness and vulgarity. I am sure the lake looked lovely."
"It did. Apart from the animated life on its surface—
