We propose to get to the tarn and back before lunch." The tarn was at least two miles away, a stiff climb over difficult moor.
Meadows, startled from something very near sleep, looked up, and a spirit of revolt seized upon him, provoked by the masterful tone and eyes of the lady.
"Very sorry, Lady Dunstable!--but I must write some letters before luncheon." "Oh no!--put them off! I have been thinking of what you told me yesterday of your scheme for your new set of lectures.

I have a great deal to say to you about it." "I really shouldn't be worth talking to now," laughed Meadows; "this heat has made me so sleepy.

To-night--or after tea--by all means!" Lady Dunstable looked annoyed.
"I am expecting the Duke's party at tea," she said peremptorily.

"This will be my only chance to-day." "Then let's put it off--till to-morrow!" said Meadows, as he rose, still smiling.

"It is most kind of you, but I really must write my letters, and my brains are pulp.