“He is very proud of his moustache, and your friend is quite right; he is very fond of sherry and bitters—too fond. I have served him with as many as three in an afternoon, and I am sure he wouldn’t have refused another if he could have found any one to stand it. Oh, look at the country! How pretty it is!—the cows, the corn growing, the birds and all the light clouds; we are going to have a lovely day. Shall we see much of the country at Reading? Tell me, where are you going to take me? Shall we go for a walk in the woods? Are there any woods? I hope there are.”
“The most beautiful woods in England—Pangbourne Woods. We shall arrive in Reading about a quarter to ten. We’ll walk down to the river, or drive if you like; it is only a few minutes to walk to the boat-house. My boat is there—suc
