Chapter 32
Lady Cynthia and Sir Timothy strolled after dinner to the bottom
of the lawn and watched the punt which Francis was propelling turn
from the stream into the river.
“Perfectly idyllic,” Lady Cynthia sighed.
“We have another punt,” her companion suggested.
She shook her head.
“I am one of those unselfish people,” she declared, “whose idea
of repose is not only to rest oneself but to see others rest. I
think these two chairs, plenty of cigarettes, and you in your most
gracious and discoursive mood, will fill my soul with content.”
“Your decision relieves my mind,” her companion declared, as he
arranged the cushions behind her back. “I rather fancy myself with
a pair of sculls, but a punt-pole never appealed to me. We will sit
here and enjoy the peace. To-morrow night
