"
He nodded.
"Yes, Lady Caroom has been awfully good to me, and I seem to have got to
know a lot of pleasant people in an incredulously short time."
"You are a curious mixture," she said, looking at him thoughtfully.
"Of what?" he asked, passing his cup for some more tea.
"Of wonderful self-devotion," she answered, "and a genuine and natural
love of enjoyment. After all, you are only a boy."
"I fancy," he remarked, smiling, "that my years exceed yours.
"As a matter of fact they don't," she answered, "but I was not thinking
of years, I was thinking of disposition. You have set going the
greatest charitable scheme of the generation, and yet you are so young,
so very young."
He laughed a little uneasily. In some vague way he felt that he had
displeased her.
"I never pretended," he said, "that I did not enjoy life, that I was not
fond of its pleasures. It was only while my work was insecure that I
made a recluse of myself. You, too," he said, "it is time that you
slackened a little. Come, take an evening off and we will dine
somewhere and go to the theatre.
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