"
Lucy's lips parted.
"For a crowd is more than the people who make it up. Something
gets added to it--no one knows how--just as something has got
added to those hills."
He pointed with his racquet to the South Downs.
"What a splendid idea!" she murmured. "I shall enjoy hearing your
father talk again. I'm so sorry he's not so well."
"No, he isn't well."
"There's an absurd account of a view in this book," said Cecil.
"Also that men fall into two classes--those who forget views and
those who remember them, even in small rooms."
"Mr. Emerson, have you any brothers or sisters?"
"None. Why?"
"You spoke of 'us.'"
"My mother, I was meaning."
Cecil closed the novel with a bang.
"Oh, Cecil--how you made me jump!"
"I will inflict Joseph Emery Prank on you no longer."
"I can just remember us all three going into the country for the
day and seeing as far as Hindhead. It is the first thing that I
remember."
Cecil got up; the man was ill-bred--he hadn't put on his coat
after tennis--he didn't do.
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