In spite of the dignity of her proportions, Anne had the look of a child contemplating some hardly permissible delight.
"Now, this minute.

There's a train to Westleydale at nine fifty." "It would be very nice.

But--how about business ?" "Business be--" "No, no, _not_ that word." "But it is, you know; it can't help itself.

There's a devil in all the offices in Scale at this time of the year." "Would _you_ like it ?" "I?
Rather.

I'm on!" "But--Edith--oh no, we can't." She turned with a sudden gesture of renunciation, so that she faced him where he stood smiling at her.