‘Organic for the most part,’ Godwin replied, smiling at her. ‘And of the most disagreeable kind.’
Sidwell reflected, then put another question, but with some diffidence.
‘I think you were once fond of geology?’
It was the first allusion to that beginning of their acquaintance, ten years ago. Peak succeeded in meeting her look with steadiness.
‘Yes, I still like it.’
‘Father’s collections have been much improved since you saw them at Thornhaw.’
‘I hope Mr. Warricombe will let me see them.’
Buckland came up and made an apology for drawing his friend aside.
‘Will you let us send for your traps? You may just as well have a room here for a night or two.’
Perpetually imagining some kind chance that might associate him with civilised people, Godwin could not even pack his portmanteau for
