Miss Allan meanwhile murmured with the curious intimacy which a spinster often achieves with dogs, to the fox-terrier which Evelyn had at last induced to come over to them.
Little particles of dust or blossom fell on the plates now and then when the branches sighed above.

Rachel seemed to see and hear a little of everything, much as a river feels the twigs that fall into it and sees the sky above, but her eyes were too vague for Evelyn's liking.

She came across, and sat on the ground at Rachel's feet.
"Well ?" she asked suddenly.

"What are you thinking about ?" "Miss Warrington," Rachel replied rashly, because she had to say something.

She did indeed see Susan murmuring to Mrs.Elliot, while Arthur stared at her with complete confidence in his own love.