"It's of some dreadfully possible future you." "Well," said the young man, smiling down at her, "don't forget that if there's to be such a monster there'll also be a future you, proportionately developed, to deal with him." She had closed her parasol in the shade and her eyes attached themselves to the small hole she had dug in the ground with its point.

"We shall both have moved, you mean ?" "It's charming to feel we shall probably have moved together." "Ah if moving's changing," she returned, "there won't be much for me in that.

I shall never change--I shall be always just the same.

The same old mannered modern slangy hack," she continued quite gravely.

"Mr.
Longdon has made me feel that." Vanderbank laughed aloud, and it was especially at her seriousness.
"Well, upon my soul!" "Yes," she pursued, "what I am I must remain.