'You'll take a turn; won't
you?' he said.
'It must be a very short turn,' she said,--'as I am expected to
make myself busy.'
'Oh, bother that.'
'It bothers me; but it has to be done.'
'You have set everything going now. They'll begin dancing again
without your telling them.'
'I hope so.'
'And I've got something I want to say.'
'Dear me;--what is it?'
They were now on a path close to the riverside, in which there
were many loungers. 'Would you mind coming up to the temple?' he
said.
'What temple?'
'Oh such a beautiful place. The Temple of the Wind, I think they
call it; or Venus;--or--or--Mrs Arthur de Bever.'
'Was she a goddess?'
'It was something built to her memory. Such a view of the river!
I was here once before and they took me up. Everybody who comes
here goes and see Mrs Arthur de Bever. They ought to have told
you.'
'Let us go then,' said Miss Boncassen. 'Only it must not be long.'
'Five minutes will do it all.' Then he walked rather quickly up a
flight of rural steps. 'Loverly spot, isn't it?'
'Yes, indeed.
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