“Surely you agree?”

But Freddy was his mother's son and felt that one ought not to go on spoiling the furniture.

“Pictures!” the clergyman continued, scrambling about the room. “Giotto — they got that at Florence, I'll be bound.”

“The same as Lucy's got.”

“Oh, by-the-by, did Miss Honeychurch enjoy London?”

“She came back yesterday.”

“I suppose she had a good time?”

“Yes, very,” said Freddy, taking up a book. “She and Cecil are thicker than ever.”

“That's good hearing.”