Nina has asked Boots, too.

Couldn't you fix it to come along with us ?" "I don't know," said the boy in a low voice; "I'd like to." "Good business! That will be fine! What you and I need is a good stiff tramp across the moors, or a gallop, if you like.

It's great for mental cobwebs, and my brain is disgracefully unswept.

By the way, somebody said that you'd joined the Siowitha Club." "Yes," said the boy listlessly.
"Well, you'll get some lively trout fishing there now.

It's only thirty miles from Silverside, you know--you can run over in the motor very easily." Gerald nodded, sitting silent, his handsome head supported in both hands, his eyes on the floor.
That something was very wrong with him appeared plainly enough; but Selwyn, touched to the heart and miserably apprehensive, dared not question him, unasked.
And so they sat there for a while, Selwyn making what conversation he could; and at length Gerald turned and dragged himself across the bed, dropping his head back on the disordered pillows.
"Go on," he said; "I'm listening." So Selwyn continued his pleasant, inconsequential observations, and Gerald lay with closed eyes, quite motionless, until, watching him, Selwyn saw his hand was trembling where it lay clinched beside him.