The quantities of mountains, cathedrals, and pictures they
had inspected was quite appalling.
"How hard you must have worked!" exclaimed Rosamond. "Had you never
a day's rest out of the thirty?"
"Had we, Cecil? I believe not," said Raymond.
"Sundays?" gasped Anne's low voice at his elbow.
"Indeed," triumphantly returned Cecil, "between English service and
High Mass, and Benediction, and the public gardens, and listening to
the band, we had not a single blank Sunday."
Anne started and looked aghast; and Raymond said, "The opportunity
was not to be wasted, and Cecil enjoyed everything with unwearied
vigour."
"Why, what else should we have done? It would have been very dull
and stupid to have stayed in together," said Cecil, with a world of
innocent wonder in her eyes. Then turning to her neighbour,
"Surely, Julius, you went about and saw things!"
"The sea at Filey Bridge, and the Church Congress at Leeds," he
answered, smiling.
"Very shocking, is it not, Cecil?" said Rosamond, with mock gravity;
"but he must be forgiven, for he was tired to death! I used to
think, for my part, that lovers were a sort of mild lunatics, never
to be troubled or trusted with any earthly thing; but that's one of
the things modern times have changed! As he was to be going, all
the clerical staff of St.
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