to her ship.
We haven't the patience to make our notes before luncheon! We're _so_
hungry, and there's such a lot to write about King David--_do_ you think
he built the Abbey, or was it Fergus, Lord of Galloway?--and all this
architecture which interests Basil even when he's starving! We've
brought our own sandwiches--we won't bother you----"

Of course Sir S. and Mrs. James both protested that having them was a
pleasure, not a bother. As for me, I remembered that little girls should
be seen and not heard, so I said nothing, and ate the nicest cake for
fear Mrs. West might get it. Sir S. gave his place at the table and his
folding-chair to Mrs. West, and finished his luncheon, standing up, with
Mr. Norman. After all, Mrs. West didn't seem to be hungry. She ate
scarcely anything, and when Sir S. asked her to have some ice-cold white
wine from the refrigerator basket, she said with a soft, sad smile, "'I
drink to thee only with mine eyes.'" Then, suddenly, hers filled with
tears, so they were liquid enough for a good long drink! She looked down
again quickly, with a blush which gave her complexion a peach-like
bloom; and Sir S. made haste to question Mr. Norman about the hired car.
But I could see that he was embarrassed and distressed, and wondered
more than ever what their quarrel was about. Sir S. wouldn't listen to
me the first day, when I said it was my fault, and I oughtn't to go in
his car. I'd almost forgotten that, it seemed so long ago; but I
remembered when I saw the tears in her eyes, and heard the strained
sound in his voice. Even Mr. Norman didn't look happy. Mrs. James was
the only one not affected. She ate her luncheon with a good appetite,
which the sorrows of neither Mrs. West nor Queen Mary could take away
from her.

When we had finished, Mrs. West asked Sir S. in a gentle hesitating way
if he would mind explaining to her the beautiful Gothic doorway at the
south side of the church. It was such a chance to find a great authority
on architecture, like him, upon the very spot, for she and Basil were so
ignorant, they always feared to make mistakes in their notes. Sir S.
went like a lamb led by a chain of roses, but apparently Mr. Norman
didn't feel the same need of expert advice. He stopped with Mrs. James
and me, and helped us clear the table. When we'd packed everything up,
he offered to take the basket to the car; and, as the others hadn't come
back, I went with him, carrying the folding-chairs, which