“It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.”
“This place felt like home; not her home perhaps, but someone's home, accustomed to shelter and keep and befriend its master.”
“Lymond surveyed the grinning audience with an air of gentle discovery. “Is there no work to be done? Or perhaps it’s a holiday?”
“It's not a holiday until you overdo it!”
“This is the feast of our mortality, the most mundane and human holiday.”
“After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.”