"You have been buried too long.

It's time you came out of your shell.

I shan't take you home again till you have quite got over that." His tone was kindly but it held authority.

Isabel attempted no protest.
Only she looked away over the sparkling world of white and blue with something near akin to despair in her eyes.
Scott took out his cigarette-case, and handed it to his brother.
"Isabel's birthday present to me!" he said.
Eustace examined it with a smile.

"Very nice! Did you think of it all by yourself, Isabel ?" "No," she said with dreary listlessness.