"I begin to see what Pam means when she talks of the lovableness of a little town.

It is cosy, as she says, to see people go out to tea and know exactly where they are going, and what they'll do when they get there." "I should think," said Jean, "that it would rather appeal to you.

Your doings have always been on such a big scale--climbing the highest mountains in the world, going to the very farthest places--that the tiny and the trivial ought to be rather fascinating by contrast." Lord Bidborough admitted that it was so, and silence fell between them.
"I wonder," said Jean politely, having cast round in her mind for a topic that might interest--"I wonder what you will attempt next?
Jock says you want to climb Everest.

He is frightfully excited about it, and wishes you would wait a few years till he is grown up and ready." "Jock is a jewel, and he will certainly go with me when I attempt Everest, if that time ever comes." They had reached the entrance to Hopetoun: the avenue to the house was short.

"Would you mind," said Lord Bidborough, "walking on with me for a little bit ?..." "But why ?" asked Jean, looking along the dark, uninviting road.